LOVE LETTER TO IMPERFECTION
Oh dear, undesirable imperfection,
The world hasn’t been easy on you. Every time you show your face, be it as a misplaced hair or a mistake on a phrase, we humans go to great lengths to correct, change and perfect you. There is no room for mistakes in today’s world. There’s no longer time to sew holes in socks, to glue together a broken cup or to marvel at someone else’s flaws. The world demands change, and when old and new collide, victory always defers to the new. Ergo, dishware, clothes and people are replaced, and a new temporary connection is sparked, which will break away at the first sign of imperfection.
I’d like to blame you, imperfection, but I know all too well that to err is human, and that patience is no longer a virtue. Perfection lurks in every corner and it’s hard to resist its wonder. It shows itself as a curvy model, as a picture of a perfect breakfast and the flawless dialog of a Hollywood flick. Perfection is the perfect fuel for the vices of consumerism. Its energy is as tireless as it is endless. However, here I am, writing a love letter as an apology, to imperfection.
The Japanese saying “Wabi-sabi” means finding beauty in imperfection, and that’s what I’ve tried to do. Every mistake or failure present in our surroundings or in people we like aren’t return authorizations, they are reflections of their authenticity.
It’s time to accept failure as embrace them as part of who we are and where we wish to be tomorrow. The world might be unfair with you, imperfection, but you’re needed now more than ever.
Your socks might be riddled with holes, but the reign of perfection is infested with nothing.
Inês Catarina Pinto