The Thought I Woke Up With #163

Perfection

Why do humans meddle with everything? And I do mean everything.

Nothing is ever left for the sheer pleasure and enjoyment of it. Nothing is ever left untouched and perfect. Not if a human can do anything about it.

Here’s an example.

A guy goes on a holiday to a remote town. He’s standing on a balcony gazing at the lovely vista before him; the sparkling lake, the trees, the abundant grassland. Guy turns to his wife and says, wouldn’t it be nice to retire here, open a small McDonalds, appoint a manager, and enjoy all this.

Or that other very obvious one. Relationships. Two people meet, fall in love because of what they discern as beautiful, and dare I say it, perfect, qualities within one another. Then, as the infatuation wears off, imperfections begin to crack the thereto perceived perfection, and the rest, is as the say, history.

Human beings are wired for it. If it’s there we must meddle with it. It has been said, repeated ad nauseam in fact, that it is that very need to meddle, that drives humans to search, develop, explore and invent. It’s a relentless quest for perfection in many ways. Which is terrific, except …

… except there is no such thing as perfection within the realm of humanity. Therefore, what human beings are in fact doing is chasing the impossible.

If ever there was a clear example of ego futility, there it is right there, hidden as a virtue. So beautifully, typically, ego. This quest for perfection explains the cause of the almost unspeakable misery; seeking that which cannot be found.

That is the reason ego defiles Love— through the very act of trying to replicate it, ego defiles it with its own pathetic version of it.

The very question of life is answered when this one simple truth is understood. That is that there is no perfection in ego, yet perfection does exist. It exists outside of ego.

And right there is another verity, one that clearly explains why ego clings for dear life to the idea that perfection can be found within it. Because to resume your perfection, your perfect state of being, means laying ego aside. So ego has that one right. Your return to Perfection depends on leaving ego.

Ego and perfection cannot co-exist.

I’ll leave the last word on this to Osho, who wrapped it up nicely when he said:

 If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.

Until tomorrow,

Signiture4

 

 

The Thought I Woke Up With #163

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