Life is cruel, they say. Life is filled with thorns so sharp to cut you into halves, they say. I agree. I am not of a different school of thought that life is cruel. If anything, pray, I’ve experienced its cruelty many times. Yes, life is filled with bitter experiences, but deep down lies peace and tranquility. Deep down lies joy, tender hugs and soft kisses. The concept of life is incredibly complex, with multiple phases. It is difficult to explain and understand. One of the complex parts about life is the part where no one is perfect. I’m pretty sure we are all familiar with the saying “no one is perfect.”
With my life experiences and the conversations I have had with experienced people, I have got to know that no one is perfect. The phrase “no one is perfect” has more than one interpretation. I’m not referring to the one that has to do with “people make mistakes: no one is perfect.” No. In this context, I mean that no one is perfectly made. Everyone has inherent perfections. During my days in high school, I came to realize this, and I started a survey. More like a journey, if you’d like to put it that way. Everyone lacks something, leaving them incomplete. Here’s a biblical allusion: according to the Bible, God created us from dust. Now, here’s my theory: when God created us, he gave us all exceptional traits: black/light, beautiful and handsome, but intentionally left something out.
This reminds me of a poem I read in high school. The Pulley by George Herbert. This poem is a validation for my theory. According to the poet, when God created us, he gave us strength, wisdom, honor, blessings, beauty and riches. However, God realized that possessing everything, man would not need Him, so He allowed man to keep the gifts, but added restlessness so man will have reasons to come to him. This poem justifies my theory that although our creator showered us with blessings, we are still not complete because we lack something, just one thing. Humans are not made perfect and throughout our life, we’ll seek to change that thing about us.
As I mentioned earlier, I realized this in secondary school and at that time, I started my journey. I started engaging in conversations with people to confirm my theory. I have had many conversations with people; both people my age, people younger than me and people older than me and they have all confirmed my theory. For instance, sometime last year, I had a conversation with a friend about this theory. I asked her these questions: is there something about you that you’d like to change? Something that makes you feel incomplete? Something that you’d sacrifice things just to get. Something that makes you feel unhappy, knowing that other people around you have that thing, but you don’t. After going back and forth, the person finally opened up.
Most times what makes us feel incomplete is a physical attribute. Maybe height? Complexion? Or any part of your body. Earlier this year, I had a conversation with a lady. On the outside, she appears to be perfect. If there was a contest for the most beautiful girl in the world, she probably would qualify for the top 10. So, as usual, I asked her if there was anything she’d like to change about herself, something that made her feel incomplete.
Of course, this might just be a crazy theory, but sometimes it’s okay to say crazy and slightly awkward things.
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