Shit…it’s not perfect

An imperfect sketch of the Gustav Eiffel bridge in Porto

I’ve got a sore hand at the moment and I have been now, and in the past, using such situations as an excuse not to do something. 

For example, I’ve been wanting to restart my blogging, but I have told myself it will have to wait until my hand is better. 

The fact is, I can always type one-handed or I can do what I’m doing now and that’s dictating it and then copy, and post it to my blog site. 

Our mind will sabotage anything and it’s up to us, our true self, to choose to simply witness our thoughts rather than become them. 

Of course the dictation thing is not perfect, but who needs perfect? Well, I’ll tell you who needs perfect…our mind. 

The mind uses perfection as an excuse not to do something we will say things like ‘oh it’s not gonna be perfect, so I’m not going to do it’. 

Additionally, no one likes perfect. We prefer imperfections as it’s the crack that lets the light in. 

Perfect doesn’t exist anyway because the moment you perfect something there will always be a step beyond that, another level of perfection to achieve. Exhausting isn’t it?

Perfection just keeps us trying harder, working harder, being good boys and girls, going to work, doing our thing, paying our taxes, taking on more stuff at work, until we reach this Nirvana of perfection. Then it will all be ok, but it won’t because you can’t ever reach it. 

If instead we can embrace imperfection. We become happy knowing it won’t be perfect then that removes the pressure, takes away the excuses and allows us to do work free. Pressure is what kills our work with overthinking, complicating, and fear.  It all comes from trying to be perfect. 

No one wants perfect they want our imperfections that creates the things we love the most. 

That’s today’s blog done, no excuses and it’s not perfect. 

Inside not outside

If we seek our fulfilment in the world of form we will always be disappointed.

All things are temporary in this realm.

The only real and permanent thing is this present moment.

Now is the eternal moment that all things unfold in.

However, all thoughts, lives, and material things are created and then disappear and die.

Yet we believe in our unconsciousness that they are permanent. When they fade away then we are disappointed.

If we seek our fulfilment within ourselves, then it is rooted in consciousness and is connected to the unmanifested and not the temporary world of form.

Our fulfilment is inside not outside.