If Adam and Eve were to take theater seats and watch the movie we call ‘Relationship’, they would certainly be engulfed in fits of hysterical laughter. Not since the infamous days of the forbidden apple has the term ‘perfection’ looked to have lost its meaning, as modern day human beings seek to make it their currency.
As a result, love and relationships are bordering on, if not, superficial. Even in our dating lives, we’ve sought to portray ourselves as the human versions of showroom brands like the Beamer, Jaguar or Benz, so as to thrill our love interests. Only your good side is shown, only your ambitious side is expressed, as any wrong impression will deal a punch in your face called rejection.
Flaws should never be exposed, we’ve been advised. Shortcomings and imperfections should always be locked up under the file cabinet marked ‘Forgotten’ at the corners of our minds, or so we think. And yet, like the old saying, beauty is skin deep, when days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, the luscious paint of perfection that covers our beings starts to disappear and the cocoons harboring these imperfections become visible.
As these cocoons crack open, the bubble bursts and it all goes downhill from there. Break ups, separation, divorce, stereotyping, you name it.
Why? Because, though we claim to be real, we are afraid of being ourselves. Though we claim to be visionary, we never desire to look at each other like an explorer would at virgin territories, seeing the raw beauty and imperfect terrains that cover the potential beneath and compatibility with our very own interests.
Unconditional love dictates expression of who we are, it dictates vulnerability. It dictates acceptance of imperfections not only our own but of others as well, whether real or perceived. No one is perfect, thus says a cliché. Not in our beauty, character and personality. We all have impurities that require more purifying processes than gold.
You see, just like beauty, perfection also lies in the beholder, a case of one man’s meat being another man’s poison. This perfection is not absolute, it is relative. It is not free of imperfections but acknowledges them. It is not based on As Is Where Is basis, rather uses patience, love and desire to achieve optimal satisfaction.
This relativity is what makes you curve out the undesirable parts in your relationship sculpture. It’s what lets unconditional love panel beat both of you into whatever you desire over a long period of time. It’s what brews the perfect dynamic relationship that you come enjoy for ages to come.
We need to reach that point where we are able to share ourselves fully without guilt or shame as if burdening others. True love is not a delusion. Unconditional love is real.
Look at me like a leader with a vision. Survey me like an explorer on a mission. Work on me like a scientist with an invention. Paint me like an artist full of expression. After all, my value to you is not in who I am when I meet you, rather what I’ll be when you are through working with me, and I become fit for your own personal consumption.
Color me perfect.