Perfect – or maybe not?

Perfect is a tense, the moment before the present. There is also past perfect.

However, perfect is also a claim, and this is my point here, of course. If I am honest, I want to be perfect: as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, employee, friend, cook, etc. Less important to me though is the perfection in the household, garden or sports. This shows me that these activities are less important to me and I can thus identify priorities. Wonderful! I have found a positive side in my desire for perfection.

Nevertheless, it is not so easy; we’re thinking about ourselves here. The problem, in my opinion, is that there is no perfection. How, please, would we define the perfect mother? Let me start a list: understanding, patient, loving, warmhearted, open. This said, it is also part of my motherhood that I set limits, prepare my children for the world that is not always friendly, and teach them values ​​that are important to me. It is also a fact that I do not always behave perfectly. Sometimes, I am bad-tempered or leave some loose ends because it is less exhausting. Is that perfect because it is real? No, I do not think so.

In my defense, however, I would like to use once again the music to show what I believe: a “perfect” musical interpretation, if it exists at all, is boring. I noticed again and again that the imperfect is much more interesting and authentic than a sterile, flawless reproduction. I plead for the courage to non-perfectionism, even if I quarrel with it admittedly myself.

By the way: perfect comes right after the present, then the imperfect finds its place on the linguistic timeline. Could it be that what seems perfect to us turns out to be imperfect in retrospect?