There’s a Flaw in Everything That’s Perfect For You

There’s a flaw in everyone. At least that’s what we’ve been told – that no one is perfect and we should accept this truth.

We often reiterate this statement when a person we hold in high esteem disappoints us and we are resigned to the idea of forgiveness. Sometimes we state it with a dismissive wave of the hand when we want to evade unsavory discussions about others. But I have often wondered if at any point we apply this truth in some of the key choices we make.

I recently started shopping around for a new smartphone. I have had my old phone for a long time now, deliberately refusing to be swayed by whatever has been in vogue over the past three years. I assumed searching for a phone would be easy. Afterall, there are so many phones on the market, the idea that I could experience any form of difficulty finding the perfect phone for me was inconceivable.

I started shopping at the top of the range, not exactly because I was in search of a high-end phone but because whenever I typed ‘smartphone prices’ in my search bar, I was overwhelmed by a plethora of advertisements showcasing the latest phones and what they were capable of doing. These phones seemed so perfect – full of all the specifications I did and did not need, including many others I knew I would not care to use. But after staring at them for a while, I started to consider purchasing one. I was so consumed by the thought that I went to three different store in the closest mall to try them out, take selfies and see how well they fitted into my hand. They all felt great! I thought I had found what I wanted but a look at their price tags was the only discouragement I needed. Why on earth would I want to pay a hefty price for a thousand and one features I did not need? Sure they made the phones close to perfect, but the chances of me using any one of those features was really slim to none.

I headed to the mid-range section. Here, my wallet felt at home and there was less of the unnecessary stuff. The features were less bogus, more practical for my everyday use and really just perfect for me. But there was a problem. Everytime I googled one of these phones, there was a flaw. ‘The speakers are not so great’, ‘the screen is too big’, ‘ the processor is too slow’… the list was endless. At some point, I could feel my eyes bulging out of their sockets from reading so much information. But there was a lesson to be learned – these phones were imperfect but most of them had most of everything I needed. Perhaps the reason I was overwhelmed was because I started by first seeking perfection even though this perfection was not defined by me. It was defined by what everyone else deemed as cool and expected for a person of my age and status. This perfection was not perfect for me. It was perfect for the idea of me people wanted to see.

Think about your life and the choices you have made. Think about your relationships and the reasons you ended some of them. Were you seeking perfection set by the expectations of those around you or have you always sought what and who is perfect for you? Because the reality is that what and who is perfect for you may not sit well with the world. It may not be top-of-the-range or make people gasp and fawn over it. It may not have all the extra features everyone else is talking about but it will fit well with you and possibly have everything you need.

 You must understand that in this life driven by the facade of perfection, there is no one definition for what perfection looks like. Perfection can be flawed; it can have a few bits missing, it can be obscure to many yet glorious in its meaning. It can even be cracked with the evidence of brokenness and being put back together. But if this perfection makes you happy, if it gives you all you need and none of what you don’t, this is the perfection that’s perfect for you. XOXO.

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About Demilade Fayemiwo

I am a woman on an adventure; a student of life; a voice for the hopeless. I'm a city set on a hill. Motivation is what I do; it is who I am; it is hardwired into my DNA. I can't help but get you moving!
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