Impossible perfection . . .

Perfection, a word that in its own is everything and nothing. Perfection, a state of satisfaction which the human mind reaches after correcting something too many times. Perfection, it is something that we all try to achieve, and yet fail horribly. Of all the poets and writers and authors, there are but a few who were not obsessed with the sense of perfection and its presence in their writings or the inner meaning.
We all hope to achieve perfection, see it with our own eyes, if not our own work, then at least something worth praising and looking up to, to say that it indeed is divine. Even when our work is flawed, and nowhere near completion, we say to ourselves that it is perfect just to fool ourselves. What is it that makes us want to near perfection to such an extent? Is it the will to impress, or to prove, or to acknowledge that we indeed are capable of more? That is a question, which in its own is flawed. We yearn for perfection, we hope for it, we work for it, but all that we actually can do is just near it without ever reaching it.
But where is the point where the perfection meets reality? Or is it even there? These are questions that cannot be answered, not at least within our life time. But even though we know that perfection can never be reached, we try again and again and again. Each time a little harder than before, each time getting a little closer than before. But in the end it all comes down to nothing, since perfection was not achieved.
We become frustrated, irritated, annoyed and depressed at our own failure, at our own work, at our own incomplete master piece. But we still try, even though we know full well we will fail, we still try, to leave an imperfect masterpiece, to be grasped by the people, to taunt others, to say ”How far can you get?”.
Others just let it be, not bothering to touch it anymore, giving up. Theythen start to believe that perfection is something that can never be achieved by the mortal man, but only by a divine power. Maybe they are true, maybe we cannot achieve perfection, but that just disproves that “nothing is impossible”, it causes a paradox. It all comes down to what we believe in, to what we open our minds to, to what we want to believe.
But what is the cost of perfection, is it time, the most expendable yet the most expensive asset at our disposal? If so, then why can we not achieve perfection even when we spend years and years of your lives to complete one thing? Or is it simply just not possible? We may choose to believe whatever we want to, for whatever reasons we may have. We may either choose to believe in its existence and continue to work and seek for it believing that the way to perfection is only visible to those who seek, or we may give up altogether thinking that it can only be achieved by the divine hand.

Mobashir  Monim studies A Levels