Beyond Perfection

I would like to pull you into the oblivion of perfection. Into a world surrounded by limits and bounds of this word, perpetuating infallible infinity in our minds, inventing reason to cover for its inexistence in reality, and yet only in our minds…
But then again, you already live in this world.
“Beyond Perfection” was written on the purple bottle of nail polish that I decided not to use. Apart from discretely opposing the name’s aim for this colour, I, also discretely, started to object its full intention.
Perfection, perfection that is all that this world expects from us, from all sides from all angles, from different degrees and at different velocities. Perfection in colour, in sound, in speech – be that of personality, your tie or the next step you take on that dance floor. Perfection seems to be in everybody and in nobody at the same time, with an almost identical unidentifiable face as love. Everyone striving to get it, some seem to have it, and yet no one can recognize what it is when they’ve actually got it. Perfection is impossible to strive for, because striving for perfection already makes you imperfect. Does it really exist? Well, that is what our reason so wishfully tries to tell us by stretching its concepts to that of infinity. Is that what perfection is? The bound of a certain quality, the limit of it? The tedious stretch of the bubble-gum concept to that of infinity in as far as our mind can reach? It doesn’t seem like it… we don’t like to think of perfection in that way… but at the same time we love to make God perfect. God seems to indulge in these qualities, only limited by our own mind, the same qualities we apply to God as those that we have ourselves, and yet there seems to be this foreign thing about them – making them special – perfection, infinity… both of which seem to be unreachable by ourselves, and this making them even more special. We love God, he has something that we could never have... perfection… and yet, when our neighbor has it – when we even see a little bit of it in others – we die of vein. Why? The question “why” is not recognizable by science anymore, its improper, it’s a stupid question leading to no answers… a “stupid” question.
We only look at facts, and facts tell us of our feeling of envy and of our strive to the impossible.
But how is it that we have connected infinity with the impossible? That’s not valid. So, maybe perfection then is possible, maybe not that of God, but to other qualities.
Sure, lets make it possible, just for you, just to make you happy – so you wouldn’t think that you are striving to nowhere – to an oblivion. ;)
… going back to study now )) so maybe one day I could reach my own unreachable level of perfection, even if only in my mind ;)