The attainment of an ideal is often the beginning of a disillusion.
- Stanley Baldwin
That is entirely and painfully true. Perhaps I’ll write more about this later, when I am in a lighter mood. But for now I think I could not have expressed this idea better than that. It is cruelly ironic how life presents us with so many illusions of perfection, virtue, or wisdom, only for us to touch upon their true nature and discover that they are, as everything else, deeply flawed. Broken mirrors glued together to give a false impression of one beautiful reflection.
someone let you down lately?
whatever it is,remember..it’s your beautiful reflection in the mirrors,or that of your thoughts.
the flaws will be left aside in their misery.
T, it’s a good thing. Allows us to get excited about the next adventure. Move on. Don’t get stuck.
Also, when we see that nothing is perfect, we forgive ouselves. Lighten up.
The only imperfection in the material being is thinking that perfection exists. Perfection is asking for simplicity, voidness. “Is simplicity best, or simply the easiest?”. Perfection is the painful status, as it is non human, whereas imperfection is, simply, normal.