Beghitam

In today’s competitive world, we strive for perfection in our career, studies, personal achievement, family and social standard. Flaws are shunned and unacceptable. Thus, people with flaws are categorized into caste; depending on their degree of imperfection. Many would deny this but it is the unspoken truth and law. Unconsciously, our society accepts it as part of life. It reflected in systems, our attitude and even in our thoughts.

Nobody is perfect. That’s why everybody put perfection in front of everything. For example, you wouldn’t go to the office in your pyjamas, would you? While normal people would go with basic office attire, perfectionists would choose their best wardrobe; colour-matching, head-turning style and all not only to their office, but also to any place where more than 1 people gathers.

Another example is guarding your status/ career in society. Many would do anything to preserve their ‘face’/ climbing the corporate ladder; be it working hard honourably, be a good person inside and out or degrading other people to cover up your own shit. Working hard is just hard and be Mother Teresa isn’t just our trade. Therefore, a lot of us choose the easy way: selling other people out to push ourselves forward quickly. I might be wrong, but that’s what I saw and experienced. Everybody wants to be the number one first and it doesn’t matter how you achieve it.

I am neither anti-perfect nor achiever of perfection. I was striving for it during my earlier days. I entered the rat race to get the ‘bestest’. In the end, I realized the hard truth: my limitations. I mourned and depressed every time I failed to achieve the perfection I desire. I thought; what went wrong? I tried to be more vigilant but the results did not come with much improvement. Perhaps I hoped too much. Perhaps I didn’t struggle hard enough. Perhaps I never try cheating/ backstabbing. Whatever it is, it certainly exhausted my emotion. Slowly, I distanced myself from the race. I need it to preserve my moral belief and sanity.

Now I think I work for perfection at my own pace. And I try not to become too upset when things didn’t work out. However, it is not as easy as it looks. As I said, society despised imperfection and thus I was treated accordingly. What pains me is even the people I knew do the same thing. I know some of us are obsessed with perfection but please, bear with the others who are not at the same pace with yours. Watch your attitude as people who you think are bane to your beliefs might be the ones who help you through life. We will never be perfect and always need others’ help regardless their status or achievement.

~ by magebane on July 7, 2009.