Perfect Timing

So someone once told me that we can’t all be perfect all of the time, and perhaps, against my better understanding of the term, to a point, can be true. However, we live in a world that is constantly changing, always evolving and always pushing the boundaries and limitations set upon it by society, nature, time and space. But here’s the thing about perfection, or perhaps about being perfected...is that people change and so do opinions, depending on the time, the place and conditions that they find themselves in, and depending on the things that influence the very fibre of their being, and sooner or later what was bad today is good tomorrow, or what once was flawed is seen as perfected today. So perhaps the question we should be asking ourselves, isn’t whether we’re perfect or not, it’s about how more than imperfect we are at the time.

Produce in a garden can never truly be predictable, unless we are 100% sure of the time it takes for them to grow, the conditions under which they will grow better and faster, the place they need to be located in order to grow at all, the season they are willing to grow in, and to what proportions they will grow to, which is also dependant on how much space they have, and until you can predict all of this, until you can get all of this right, until you allow yourself to grasp the concept and understand the process of a harvest of perfection, you’ll never be able to get things ripe. Yes, a harvest of perfect fruits can, at some point, be achieved if everything that makes up the perfect timing for ripening, are granted to the seed, then perhaps perfection isn’t that farfetched an idea to the farmer who must learn to be patient to grow. Then think of smooth, velvety, red wine that seems to grow more perfect and better with age. It takes a long time to get the ingredients right, and the process of growing the grapes perfectly, under the right conditions, during the right seasons, and in the right place, squeezing them all under the right amount of pressure, storing them all in the right wooden crate, adding just a touch of the right flavours, and waiting just the right amount of time to displace the lot into individual bottles, then sealing the bottle with the right cork, then leaving it in just the right space for time and passing to perfect it kindly, waiting patiently for the right patron to come by who hopefully will learn to place it under the right temperature until that person has found the perfect taste to pair up with that perfectly aged wine to linger on a perfectly selected pallet, and hopefully you’ll find yourself sipping on the perfect glass of wine. You see sometimes it’s not about being perfect that counts, but the long and hard process of being perfected. Are we not perhaps being too harsh on ourselves, by saying that we’re not or at least far from perfect? Perhaps we grow more into our own perfect selves with each passing second, or moment, or day?

No...perfection and imperfection is all about timing, all about location, all about the conditions and the people in that time and place. Perhaps that’s all life really is about, perfection and perfecting us until we are ripe and ready to pass on into another life, another lifetime, to perfect us for our passing on. For in truth nature is all about balance and imbalance, and you cannot for long have perfection in that space. So maybe there is a moment, a time and place for you to reach perfection in the eyes of a less than perfect person in a less than perfect space, but it will never last forever, so no we can’t all be perfect all the time, but we can grow to be more perfect every time. And perhaps one day we’ll reach perfection, even for a brief moment, but it’s never meant to last. So don’t give up trying to be happy, after all, isn’t Happiness perfection’s perfect place?