We are all imperfect to begin with at birth and made more so by life. Each blemish, defect or fault adds to our uniqueness. There is a Japanese tradition called “Wabi-sabi” which is the art of finding beauty in imperfection. The words together are about a way of seeing that deals with three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.
“Wabi-sabi” is typified by a Japanese tea ceremony where the pottery used is intentionally rustic and simple-looking with somewhat irregular shapes, colors and textures. The belief is it is up to the person using the items to discern the hidden signs of a truly excellent design, shape, glaze, etc. The diamond in the rough if you will. Sometimes tea bowls are even deliberately chipped or nicked to keep them from being too “perfect”.
As the Japanese tea pottery is, so am I and so are you. We were created imperfect to become more imperfect over time, so eventually we are perfectly and completely our unique self.
It is in our flaws that the most pronounced beauty of our originality can be found. I am glad to be uniquely original and am grateful to be just the way I am.
Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all.
Perfect is boring!
So you’re not perfect!
Eat things that give you bad breath!
Trip over your own shoelaces!
Let somebody else laugh at you!
Perfect people never do any of those things.
All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ‘em?
You can drink pickle juice
and imitate gorillas
and do silly dances
and sing stupid songs
and wear funny hats
and be as imperfect as you please
and still be a good person.
Good people are hard to find nowadays.
And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.