Perfection

It is a beautiful word. I find it at least. It’s like a misunderstood genius. Like Calvin.

Calvin has wonderful vocabulary for his age. He has smart wit and he has amazing imagination. I appreciate that in him. I appreciate the “misunderstood genius” in him. I don’t understand why people have to mock him. Why some people, I correct myself. He is a simple “man” with complicated tastes. That complicated tastes are just the best in everything. And best are perfect.

There is no harm or there is nothing wrong in looking up to someone and learning to be better. It is appreciable, the efforts they take to maintain perfection, however hard they seem. It has nothing to do with any state, or any channel. It is only you. If you believe in perfection, you’ll get it. You’ll want to have it. It will frustrate you, but you’ll still want it bad. There won’t be any defensive answers like “why do I need that?” or “It varies everywhere”. It can be simplest of thing, like for example pronunciation. How beautiful is this when BBC people, English people try and pronounce your name right and how sad when your own state channel, national channel cannot? If they can, why can’t us? If you see from my view, this is not a comparison exactly. What I’m trying to say is something else.

Not being ignorant. This is simplest way I can put it.

If you don’t care about the small things to be perfect, how can the other big things be? Small has a power too. Everything is built from scratch. Scratch is always small. And that small builds that big powerful thing; whatever it is. This is my point.

It all depends on your thinking. Instead of mocking, finding it scandalous, or even defending people who don’t even know you exist just listen to what that person in front of you is trying to say before you totally jump on him with millions of attack. There is at times much more than the mere simple words used. There is depth in simple words, you just need to listen, broaden your mind and accept that there are flaws which have to be erased to get perfection. Perfect means no flaws.

You won’t quieten him with crude remarks if you want flawlessness. You won’t obviously if you know and realize he is wise. He is wise, he has seen the world, and he has dealt with many people. He has abundant knowledge. He is sharing with you, take it. His hair didn’t go white just like that. He is the most brilliant man I’ve ever met. There is a guy similar to him. And he still has a long way to go. But the brilliant thing is he understood it already.

I have put things in plain words. I have long forgotten how to write beautifully; maybe because I found relief in being crude. Or maybe I’ve lost how to pen down my entire exact emotions, because it is perfectly understood by me and I’m in loss of words. It all sounds like some old grandmother’s story. When you listen to it carefully, there is beauty in it. There is depth. I say this, because I myself might find it weird if I read it many months later. Or maybe I might learn and understand more from my own words. Sometimes, some things need to be reminded. And these words will do that for me.

This is dedicated for my wise man. My father, who’s this beauty I couldn’t see well, till today.

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