Accepting that Life is Not a Display Window
I just so wrote this sentence that suddenly came to my mind. While looking at my bag lying messy on the side. The biggest problem of perfectionist structures is that they always try for perfection, knowing that they will never achieve perfection; And then they get upset as if they didn't know it wasn't possible.
Of course, “perfectionism”, which is engraved in our perception as if it were only negative, can also be very functional; We can say that I owe my ability to start a business and fulfill many of my responsibilities with discipline and neatness to my perfectionism. We definitely cannot ignore it’s benefits.
My creativity works to spot the slightest mistake and correct it, to look for a solution.
However, constantly searching for a “perfection” that will never come true can create serious tensions in the body and in our daily actions. That's so how I found myself looking at my messy bag lying aside while tidying up after the trip and wishing it wasn't there. Yet, the room was fine, I did what I had to do. I was going to a lecture, so I had to stop tidying and get to go… :)
At that moment, this sentence came to my mind: "Sometimes it takes a while to accept that life is not a shop window." My mind seeking perfection; she always wants everything to be orderly, sterile, to be satisfied with its cleanliness, clarity and emptiness when I look at it like a shop window. We do this to objects, to a room, and sometimes even to our bodies. Let my belongings be something I watch, let my room look nice when we look at it, and let my body be "ready to be watched".
Let me be a shop window, let life be a shop window. Let nothing fall apart, let everything stand before me in order and clarity. Don't let it degrade. Even maybe they should freeze.
Of course, then I remembered that the place I lived in was not a place for spectacle and I let myself go, and my body also relaxed. I thought with my "feelings" about what I had lost while pursuing perfection.
There was a saying in the past, “A spotless house means a wasted life.” I loved this sentence, and so did my orderly mind. If I was going to spend all day in pursuit of cleanliness (let's use cleanliness as a metaphor here) and orderliness; Am I really alive?
Moreover, despite all my love of order, I am a person who can take action in disorder. The moment I realize it, I immediately let go of my mental distractions that cause me feel stuck and prevent me from action. Some of us never take action in search of this perfection, do not take the slightest step until something is completely well designed in our minds; Moreover, since something can never be perfect/flawless, they does not act by being defeated by the reality of this from the very beginning.
Some dream, design, and has very good ideas. But those ideas never transform to a matter.
An idea that is not embodied or transmitted to the world; Does it really serve anything? Would it be of any use to you if I danced dreaming by myself at home? If I thought, "If I did a class like this, so that everyone could connect with their own navel and deepen in their emotions a little..." and designed it at home for months and kept these ideas waiting because I was never sure of the design, how would all of us dance?
The world, places, relationships, and our bodies are not structures to be displayed and watched; They are exactly the areas in which we live and where we have the freedom to feel by making lots of mistakes.
No place, no plan, no person is boring enough to be perfect.
We could only find perfection, a shop window when we accept that this is not possible.
Then we have an orientation, then it becomes a function of the search, and we do not get nervous since we know it is impossible. Beware of! We can quickly fall back into the illusion.
Then, when you look at one of your belongings lying messy around, maybe this article will come to your mind...