Philosophy: Thesis of the Human Perception of Perfection
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a cloud? Puffy, white, easily swayed, naive. Or how about a tree that sees the days go by without moving, steadily flowing in the wind like a graceful ballerina, but strong and sturdy like a super hero. Or even a rock. That's something you'll never get through to unless you break it forcefully. Stubborn, angry, and resentful. What about....have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a picture? Painted, created, designed, masterfully made to your creator's delight. Just how he wanted you to be. Fitted with your own frame to accentuate your simplistic and majestic beauty. Every brushstroke, every perfection, every mistake....painstakingly preserved through time behind a glass. Can you imagine the painter's joy as he carefully moved his brush? And as he watched his own hands make a masterpiece for everyone to see years to come. When he put another color or another shade to make you the painting that you are.
How about....have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a flower? I know I have. Your graced with doubtless beauty. But when the time wears on, your blossom begins to fade and then somehow, you're unwanted by the very ones who picked you from your roots. When you realize your fate, you also realize it's too late to start afresh. You had been given one chance, one blossom and now you can't change the course of time. I've often thought about what it would be like to be a lot of things. The truth is that though you can be what you want to be, but you can't change your brushstrokes. You can't change your mistakes or your perfections. I imagine that a lot of paintings think they would like to do that if they could. But the major gliche in that is that they can't. And the truth is that every painting is perfect no matter how many "mistakes" the painter made. From your little girl's crayon drawing of you to a Michelangelo. It doesn't change anything. We still return to the base concept that perfection is not in the standard, but in the quality. Nobody even knows if perfection is attainable.
So, for example, if you were a cloud and your neighbor is a tree, then you are a cloud and your neighbor is a tree. You're a cloud because that's who you are. And let your neighbor be a tree. I cannot think of a cloud trying to be a tree and vice versa. That would be havoc speaking. You can try to be a tree, but that doesn't mean you will be you. And when you try to be someone you aren't, your chances of attaining perfection just dropped to zero. Because when your not doing what you do best, your quality is average. You may meet up to a standard, but your quality is the focus of human nature. You see, human nature is based on two things: past and future. The choices you are making today will affect your future and the choices you made yesterday make your past.
Here's another example: let's say you were born with a learning disability. How would that affect you as a person? It would put you in a different school, different social group, possibly a different world not to mention a lot of things that learning disorders bring. As the word states, disorder or disability basically mean that there is an imperfection in your brain, thus the coined term learning disorder. This would, by standard of human capabilities and cognitive functions, make you a liability. Right? Not so. Just because you are reasonably incapable of doing what most other people do, that still does not affect who you are inside. That is what we call quality. Just because your brain is imperfect, your quality is higher. Therefore, all humans lack in something and excel in another. That is the law of the human perception of perfection: standard vs. quality.
If this isn't making any sense, let me put it this way. Perfection is not attainable according to human nature by standard because humans by standard are imperfect. But it is only attainable through perfect quality because that is the one thing people are actually good at. And that's being who they are; not ignoring their brushstrokes, their colors, and their shades. That is your quality. And if every painting weren't a masterpiece, then why would people hang them on the wall?
Again, sorry for any typos, errors, and/or mistakes in this monologue. Hope you enjoyed.
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