Nature and the Lost Art of Imperfection
We all live our lives under the simple notion that life has a plan. We have been taught this since the inception of humankind. I mean, there is a simple enough reason why right? This world, the place we call our home, is a rock floating through space and time that defies the commonality of our senses. It is beautiful. The very idea of how we even exist is purely magic. In the depths of the ocean, small chemical bonds collided for a pure moment in time and formed together to create the existence of a planet — the chances of this, nearly none.
So, when we think about the fabric of our existence, I understand it can be completely overwhelming. We can lose ourselves in the anxious thoughts of our higher purpose. But I have to ask, does it really have to be this way? I mean, if we think about it, do we really have to have a reason?
In the modern age, we have become so inundated with images and stories that portray the perfection of everyone’s lives. These curated little glimpses into someone’s narrative that attempt to exemplify a life of utter excellence. These false exhibitions have become harmful and detrimental to the actual reality of our true existence. They teach us that imperfection is wrong. An idea that couldn’t be further from right.
