*Staring at my screen for almost an hour, trying to stay collected and figure out where to start with my article when really I am in panic in my head*
Crafting an opening act for an
article is probably one of the most daunting task I have ever had to do as a
blogger. No really… It is not as daunting as sitting in front of your computer
for an hour, the eve of the day you are supposed to post something, asking
yourself (in the middle of a panic attack) what you are going to write about...
but it still is daunting. It is because you have to make the opening act
appealing so that people want to keep reading and are thirsty for more. And sometimes
what you sell in the opening act is great! And the content is great! And people
are happy because they think “whoa that was great from the beginning to the end”
but sometimes the opening act is just floppy (like right now… yeah…) but the
content is deep and leaves you speechless and occasionally barely able to say “WOW…
mind blowing… It started off really wacky but I am glad I kept reading”.
It is so funny how as I am
writing my ideas and words are just finding each other and coming together as a
whole to underline the myth of being perfect in an imperfect world. We have so
much pressure to be perfect that we end up being something we are
not, we end up writing stories about us and our lives that are not true just
because we want to give an illusion of perfection that will make people stick
around and say “whoa that was great from the beginning to the end”. But the
reality is other: we are not perfect. For one reason or for another, we tend to get away from the first drafts of what we used to be. I can agree that the younger version of me was quite a bit of headache for myself at time and for the people around me, and I am more than happy with the individual I have become today. But somewhere in the middle of all that transition phase, I got stuck in the skin of someone I guess I wanted to be just because it made people happy. Or maybe because I thought it would help me fit in… where? I didn’t know I just kind of let myself get molded unconsciously. I was aiming for an ideal that didn’t exist, I was aiming for perfection.
And somewhere along the way I lost sight of everything: what I wanted, why I was going through that change… It was all blurry and I couldn’t help but feel as if something was missing. I was stuck in a life or rather a role that I wasn’t meant to be in and I remember thinking clearly “ I didn’t sign for this”. And truly, most of us did not intentionally, but we got trapped in all that. anyway I felt like a prisoner until I came to the realization that nobody is perfect. A least I am not. I mess up, I get hurt,
I have highs and I have lows. Sometimes I have money, sometimes I'm broke. I have
some areas of expertise and sometimes I am just totally clueless about other
stuff. Sometimes I am able to find my way through life and sometimes I can’t
seem to have the simplest things in life figured out. Having flaws and being imperfect is human nature and as human, being perfect is something that is out of reach. So why pretend? Why pretend we are perfect, trying to appear like we are all shinny while the light in our soul is getting dimmer day after day from all the efforts we put into conceal our flaws? You would tell me because flaws are unattractive? Well let me remind you that even diamonds have flaws and I would rather be a diamond with flaws than a pebble without.
I am perfectly imperfect, beautifully flawed and I owned it. In an ugly and twisted world such as the one we leave in, where everybody is trying to be all shinny and perfect (replace perfect in the sentence by fake), we should learn to appreciate the beauty in people owning their flaws and staying true to themselves. There is nothing wrong with having flaws and there is certainly nothing wrong with who you are to quote the British singer Jessy J. It is the world we live in that is wrong: wrong for pressuring us to be people we are not and for trying to pass being human and having flaws for something wrong when it is perfectly normal as part of human nature.
There is no use in “being perfect” from the outside and having an ugly heart and soul. Perfection is overrated especially if you are trying to be perfect in order to please other people. The people who truly love you will love you for who you are. They will love you as a whole and this means with your flaws too. They will love you at your best and at your worst. They will love you for you, for being real and for saying what you think. If you ever find yourself wondering if you should be true to the people you are surrounded with maybe it’s time you start rethinking your friendships because either you are being fake or the people surrounding you are being fake. And being fake and/or a person you are not in order to have the feeling that you belong to a community/ circle is the most certain way to be unhappy and miserable. Don’t let people or your environment change you: be true to yourself. Don’t get caught up leaving the real you on the shelf just because you want to fit in or fit the mold. Surround yourself with people who love your imperfect and beautiful self and respect your commitment to the truth because at the end of the day the people who mind don’t matter and the ones who matter don’t mind.
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