This is something I find hard to fathom or deal with.
In earlier parts of our lives, very little is perfect. But it doesn’t matter for three reasons:
- We’re young. There’s a degree of built-in ‘Can’t be bothered-ness‘ to youth because we’re busy being young. Trying things for the first time. Working out who we are.
- There’s time to chase perfect later.
- For most people and most circumstances, everything can be mended or bettered with a little application and focus. Everything is (or seems) fixable.
Now I am older, things are starting to happen that mean perfect is impossible to achieve any more.
Even though lots of things are getting better. The baby, togetherness, adventure, new friends.
This year, Lisa’s mum died.
The photograph with this story at the 50odd website is Izobel with her granny a few days before granny died.
So what do we do now?
There is a shadow that won’t go away. No matter what we do. A blemish. A scar. An empty space.
An imperfection than can never be removed or repaired for as long as we live.
If our life were a jigsaw there is one piece missing.
This is awkward. Unsettling. Sad.
I guess all I can do is accept that imperfect is OK. This or something like this was always going to happen.
I’ll never accept that things can’t be better, of course. Much better.
But perfect is gone.
So what about you?
What do you do about this?
Do we have to settle for ‘better’, now there is no ‘perfect’ to aim for?