Assalamualaikum and wishing you all a fabulous days ahead. I am really sorry for being away for sometimes now. Well caught up with many things last week. It was my dad’s birthday (Happy Birthday Again Atta, he is 47 this year, truly blessed to have him with us), my best friend Sangeithaa’s graduation (Happy Graduation Darling, wishing her more success and love) and many more things to follow-up. Alhamdullilah for everything I have today. I am very very blessed, all praises to Allah. Perfect….. I use to spell it “prefect” not long ago (heheee… a senior pupil who is authorized to enforce discipline). Maybe this was something I heard frequently then the word “perfect” itself. Just for your information, neither I was a prefect during my school nor a troublesome kid who had to face them frequently. My teachers and lecturers use to love me and now also(I guess so lar). Perfect according to Mr Google, having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be. It also known as absolute and complete.
Besides that, this word also reminds me of a scene in the movie “Hamari Adhuri Kahani” (my favourite movie and I could say the best movie ever to me personally especially the songs, masya Allah). Hamari Adhuri Kahani reads as “Our Incomplete Story”. It is hindi movie starred by Emraan Hashmi and Vidya Balan that I would love to recommend and you people should definitely watch it, beautiful love story. Check out the scene from the link below :
I am not hindi expert yeah, this is something I understand from the words I already know and major help from Google Translator (do correct me if I am wrong, if you could translate the scene better,please do so). This is how the scene go “Vasudha just arrived at Dubai and her boss Mr Ruparel knowing her admiration for flowers is waiting for her to seek her opinion on flower arrangement at a garden to replicate it for his new hotel garden, according to his Japanese designer: this arrangement is perfect but he is a bit confused. It is stunning, beautiful but felt something is missing. Mr Ruparel asks Vasudha “Could you figure out what is missing here?”. Vasudha said that “this garden lacks dry leaves and withered flower, in my opinion a garden is not a garden if it doesn’t contain dry leaves or withered flower. This place is so so beautiful and too perfect or surreal that heart can’t seem to accept it. Even moon have defects/scars, what is a garden without defects/scars”. So so amazingly written, hats off to the writer.
Perfect is another word that signifies the acceptance to conceal the imperfection that something possess and the decision to love the perfect and imperfection of that something. Nothing in the world is ever perfect but every little scars/defects makes it more more beautiful than it was. Just like a mom during pregnancy and after her childbirth, the marks and stretch makes her more beautiful than before and those marks are signs of her victory of producing new human being.
The days I tried being perfect is still fresh in my mind, I was probably the girl with perfect schedule and altering every single part of me to be the perfect that I will never be but I soon learn the beauty of the imperfection I possess I realize I started loving myself more. The girl who never will be perfect is finally perfect. Not because she is perfect in every sense but she has learned that not perfect is fine, not perfect is human. The imperfection that once not dainty to her, is perfect now!!!
Even if something is too beautiful, our heart will be in doubt of its authenticity. Learn to appreciate the imperfections, the beauty of imperfections is much more perfect then perfect itself.