This week was abundant to say the least. I have a difficult time remembering what all happened. One thought that has stuck with me all week is this saying, “There is no soul in perfect.” The challenge today is remembering where I heard this saying as it is rewinding in my thoughts. If you think about the saying, It makes a lot of sense. While we struggle meeting all the expectations life presents, we lose creativity and passion. When our passion is presses into our soul the best of who we are comes forth. There is this constant push to be more, make more, achieve, be better in life. All of these expectations drive life. It gets so intense sometimes that we even forget why or where the expectation originated.
As I think back some of my best moments in life have been those that have failed miserably. The moments that we plan to be perfect, every detail attended to sometimes planning for weeks to meet our self-defined expectations. There is no question that I am planner. I am a list guy regardless of how hard I try to stop.
I have lists of things I am going to accomplish during the week at work. I have lists of how I am going to improve my blog, I have lists of chores that I have to accomplish at home on the weekend. The stress that goes along with this lists and the pressure to get them completed creates the unnecessary expectation. The type of self-imposed expectation that drives life, instead of living and experiencing life.
I was reminded of this when a friend told me a story of how she met her soulmate. She would ride the bus each day to work, always sitting in the back of the bus reading, studying for graduate school and planning for the next day. You see she is a list person as well, very planned, detailed and organized. She was in her own world on the ride home never really paying much attention to anyone around her until one day when she left work without a pen. She turned a dark skinned man in front her and said, hey do you have a pen I could use during the ride? He turned with a big smile and said, thought you would never talk to me, we have been siting next to each other everyday for the past 3 years. As he reached to give her the pen, he grabbed her hand and said, “Good to meet you, I am Ty. Had she not had her pen, stopped planning and start noticing the world around her, she would never met her soulmate.
Is the drive for perfection a valuable trade for experiencing the soul of life?
I am learning that the best parts of life are those that are not perfect. The moments that happen by chance, random are the ones that are grounded in my soul. The days we can spend wasting doing absolutely nothing are complete. The days that unfold organically, imperfectly are the most satisfying.
Those moments are the ones we can call life.