As a new member not knowing which section would be best suited, "Everything Else" sounds like the appropriate place to get this out in the open.
Let's just start with stating that I am nowhere near perfect. I have my flaws, odd bits and finer details I am not content with. Those things put distance between me and perfection and by definition that makes me imperfect. There is not one day I go to sleep and spend time evaluating what I have done that day to decrease that distance. If the conclusion can be made that the day I lived has not been fully put to the use of getting closer to perfection, I put all that is in my power to ensure every next day makes up for it.
It might not be today, tomorrow or next month but at this pace - given I dedicate myself to it and have no sloppy moments - there will be an intersection with perfection. Where on the time axis that will be is unknown and it taking place before my physical representation in this worldly life ceases to be operatable is unlikely. I am however satisfied with the idea of reaching that level of perfection I am capable of reaching because I know I gave all that was in my reach.
That very capability bothers me. In a world where I am dependent of others I am truly sickened of how others deal with their imperfection. As if they don't care. They live their everyday lives in their imperfect state and not once do they put effort in solving what is wrong with them. They do not even contemplate it. Instead, they tend to make it worse because they fail to comprehend what is wrong in the first place.
It is no surprise this very behaviour clashes with my primary intentions. Most of the time I suppress these conflicts but there are occasions I just cannot deal with it. What options do I have getting through my daily life when most if not all signals I get are that of imperfections? Take for example a few days ago, in which I was going grocery shopping.
On my route to the store, I crossed path with a street cleaner which was seemingly reluctantly sweeping the street under personal enjoyment of music coming from his head phones. Not being exaggerative, he was doing a sloppy job. He was sweeping a public street thousands of people were using every day. I confronted him and asked "You do realize that you are barely removing any of the dirt on the street?". He was kinda shocked with this accusation and immediately wondered whether he was the target of quality control from the company which employed him. I assured him he was not and his attitude towards me started to become increasingly negative.
He told me to mind my own business. I explained to him that it was part of my business. That street is being used by me on a semi-daily basis and using a dirty street impacts me. It really started to bother me whilst the street cleaner was more or less ignoring me. I despised him at this point. He was made aware of his imperfect behaviour and refused to acknowledge, change or even defend his stance. Rapid thoughts about attacking him conquered my mind and adrenaline justifying those thoughts was already flowing through my cardiovascular system.
Managing to calm myself once more, I assessed the situation and decided to come back in the nightly hours when the street was empty to personally clean it and get rid of yet another imperfection. This is one example of many how I struggle with inept people showing no dedication to improve whatsoever.
The days I pondered about removing imperfections from my life by ending people their lives are long gone. I realized that in a perfect society no people would be killed because there would be no reason to inflict lethal damage to others. Everything would be perfect and people physically performing their aggression are clear signs of imperfect ability to have complete grip over your capacity to grow on your own strength.
It's a battle I fight everyday. One which others refuse to admit even exists. At the end of writing this I am nowhere closer to perfection than before but it does relieve in a way I can't properly describe with words. I simply hope you read this and think of yourself as an imperfect being which can improve and maybe, maybe spend even a fractional amount of your time to attempt to do so. Simply attempt. It would make everything better for everyone.
Let's just start with stating that I am nowhere near perfect. I have my flaws, odd bits and finer details I am not content with. Those things put distance between me and perfection and by definition that makes me imperfect. There is not one day I go to sleep and spend time evaluating what I have done that day to decrease that distance. If the conclusion can be made that the day I lived has not been fully put to the use of getting closer to perfection, I put all that is in my power to ensure every next day makes up for it.
It might not be today, tomorrow or next month but at this pace - given I dedicate myself to it and have no sloppy moments - there will be an intersection with perfection. Where on the time axis that will be is unknown and it taking place before my physical representation in this worldly life ceases to be operatable is unlikely. I am however satisfied with the idea of reaching that level of perfection I am capable of reaching because I know I gave all that was in my reach.
That very capability bothers me. In a world where I am dependent of others I am truly sickened of how others deal with their imperfection. As if they don't care. They live their everyday lives in their imperfect state and not once do they put effort in solving what is wrong with them. They do not even contemplate it. Instead, they tend to make it worse because they fail to comprehend what is wrong in the first place.
It is no surprise this very behaviour clashes with my primary intentions. Most of the time I suppress these conflicts but there are occasions I just cannot deal with it. What options do I have getting through my daily life when most if not all signals I get are that of imperfections? Take for example a few days ago, in which I was going grocery shopping.
On my route to the store, I crossed path with a street cleaner which was seemingly reluctantly sweeping the street under personal enjoyment of music coming from his head phones. Not being exaggerative, he was doing a sloppy job. He was sweeping a public street thousands of people were using every day. I confronted him and asked "You do realize that you are barely removing any of the dirt on the street?". He was kinda shocked with this accusation and immediately wondered whether he was the target of quality control from the company which employed him. I assured him he was not and his attitude towards me started to become increasingly negative.
He told me to mind my own business. I explained to him that it was part of my business. That street is being used by me on a semi-daily basis and using a dirty street impacts me. It really started to bother me whilst the street cleaner was more or less ignoring me. I despised him at this point. He was made aware of his imperfect behaviour and refused to acknowledge, change or even defend his stance. Rapid thoughts about attacking him conquered my mind and adrenaline justifying those thoughts was already flowing through my cardiovascular system.
Managing to calm myself once more, I assessed the situation and decided to come back in the nightly hours when the street was empty to personally clean it and get rid of yet another imperfection. This is one example of many how I struggle with inept people showing no dedication to improve whatsoever.
The days I pondered about removing imperfections from my life by ending people their lives are long gone. I realized that in a perfect society no people would be killed because there would be no reason to inflict lethal damage to others. Everything would be perfect and people physically performing their aggression are clear signs of imperfect ability to have complete grip over your capacity to grow on your own strength.
It's a battle I fight everyday. One which others refuse to admit even exists. At the end of writing this I am nowhere closer to perfection than before but it does relieve in a way I can't properly describe with words. I simply hope you read this and think of yourself as an imperfect being which can improve and maybe, maybe spend even a fractional amount of your time to attempt to do so. Simply attempt. It would make everything better for everyone.
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