I took this photograph last week of the roses I'd gathered from the garden. Last night I uploaded it, and stared at it for a while. It was really bugging me. See that tiny brownish spot on the petal on the right? It's all I could see. The pink was perfect sure, the petals look so soft with perfect ruffled edges yes, BUT THAT BROWN SPOT IS THERE AND IT WON'T STOP LOOKING AT ME.
I stopped what I was doing and got on to something else. I came back to it today, and still, there it was.
'Maybe I'll keep the photo, call it something like perfect imperfection. Haha, how clever of me.'
And then I started thinking about imperfection. When those flowers were in that vase, full of life and cheering up that corner of the house everyday, I didn't notice that tiny brown spot one bit. I kept them there until the petals fell to the floor and they were just dead stems, ready to be thrown out.
I sit at this computer and every image I upload I study them and seek out the things that I deem imperfect, and go about erasing it. I'm conscious of trying not to do too much, but I do it nonetheless. And why? Because I'm so used to seeing perfect, unblemished images all the time? Maybe. Because I'm just a bit of a perfectionist in general? Perhaps. Whatever the reason, time to stop.
That little brown spot isn't a fault, blemish or undesirable feature. It doesn't make the rose faulty or incomplete. It's just nature taking it's course. And that's pretty perfect, isn't it?