Perfect imperfections

Our minds are constantly in a battle, fighting for the perfect scores, the perfect careers, the perfect partners, the perfect friends, the perfect ideas, the perfect thoughts, the perfect soliloquies, even for the perfect captured moments and in this constant fighting and running after perfection, we tend to miss the most beautiful imperfections hidden away beneath the perfections, the ones which as soon as get out of our hands to become a part of our past, turn out to be the most cherished of our memories. Maybe that’s why, today when I look at my childhood albums, I am reminded of a happiness I feel like I am unfamiliar to right now, which is a weird thing. Does happiness of a child differ from happiness of an older person? Is that why I am unfamiliar to it? or does happiness changes its meaning over time? Or maybe it is just that the idea of losing something you had before is greater and more significant than the idea of having something at the moment? Maybe that’s where the reality of man’s ungrateful nature reveals itself. You are always unhappy in the present, yearning for something either lost or yet not achieved. Even if you have lived through the happiest moments of your life and have achieved the footing which you always looked forward to, you still find yourself yearning for what’s missing, concurrently harboring the deep state of longing or perpetual ungratefulness.

So now, I try to slow myself down in life, even if just a little, to cherish each passing moment and look for the perfections. I may find them then or may find them later but at least I will know in my heart that I wasn’t too quick to waste a moment that might have even potentially been of ‘once in a lifetime’ kind.