I was outside star gazing again yesterday. I had many thoughts in my mind. One that stood out was the thought of why everything has to be perfect. I wanted to reflect more on this and so I took out my pen and paper and started putting down whatever I felt was connected to this topic. In most of my previous posts, I’ve been writing from a general point of view but today, I’ll be writing from an imperfect teenager’s point of view.
We are often pressurized and taught by the society to be the perfect person in whatever we choose to do. To be the perfect child, a perfect sibling, a perfect student, perfect partner, perfect colleague and what not. Why aren’t we appreciated for our imperfections? Is it too much that we are asking for?
I was always told to be the topper in my class. My parents always wanted me to score full on full (like not even being the highest would satisfy them). I did stand up to their expectations. But there were times when I would get like a 17/20 and immediately I would get scared. It wasn’t a bad score. I was happy. But it isn’t the same for parents, is it? Maybe it was this fear that kept me from being happy with what I got. It was not until I was 14 that I realized that I getting a 17/20 was sometimes better than a 20/20. It made me feel like every other student in the class. I could appreciate my mistakes and learn better from them. It doesn’t stop there. As you grow, you realize that people always expect more from you. More than what you are capable of. It is not only in academic related issues but also in how you look, how you dress, how you should socialize, etc. Why is it like that? I don’t understand it yet. Why do we have to live the way others want us to? I was too busy caring about other people’s expectations about me that I forgot what made me ‘ME.’ I forgot that I was trying to be someone I wasn’t.
There was this point in my life where I just wanted to give up once. I wanted to stop trying once and for all. Just for once I wanted to be that imperfect girl I was. I wanted to be appreciated for my imperfections. What we all need to know is that we don’t have to change the way we are. The world can change its way. (Yeah, scars to your beautiful). The world can change its point of view. Sometimes you have to be selfish to be selfless.
Basically, the point here is that no one is perfect. No one likes to be perfect. Perfection lies in Imperfection. Adore your imperfections. Because you don’t know what it’s like to be ‘YOU.’