You're Perfect (To me, at least)

Photocred: Gideon Yambot

I'm sure everyone has imagined a perfect person. The perfect physical attributes and the perfect personality to match. Now we also should know, by now, that there's no such thing. What you conjured up in your head is a product of media and I'll be damned if you can bring me a perfect person.

We all know why there's no such thing (genetics, up bringing). But it'd be safe to say the perfect person wouldn't fit in our world anyways. The world we live in is a perfectly constructed image of mistakes. And if one was ever to be perfect, it wouldn't fit.

The world is like a 6 billion jig-saw puzzle piece. Each of us like a puzzle piece, parts of us jut out and parts of us cave in, symboling features we are strong in and chunks we're lacking. So what would a perfect person's piece look like? A square? It wouldn't fit anywhere, not even those corners that we all love.

Faults are what keeps people interesting and form groups. There's got to be some people who don't like for who you are, and some people who you despise. Whether it be a person, celebrity, professor, or co-worker. You can't lie and say you've never talked infavourably of a person, everyone has. The nicest people I've known have complained about someone in their life. It's not that they're mean, or pessimistic, it's just that it's impossible to have your interests and values comply with everyone, you'd end up having no personality or being fake to everyone (the latter will not end well).

We are, however, born near perfect. We have no values, no tainted views, no language, almost no mistakes (I say almost because physical attributes when born are subjective and babies are selfish). But people grow, people conform, and people change. We try so hard to fit into our world as a perfect puzzle piece in some part of the world that when we become that piece, you don't realize that the perfection you strived for was costly.

But does this matter? You fit into the area that matters to you. 

You're happy, and that's all that matters.

-Canon Ma