Recently I listen to Keri Noble’s album. The songs in the album are full of vitality. The lyrics and the melody add to each other. The expression and the emotion flows through the music naturally with a graceful touch. I especially prefer one song, “Imperfect,” which make me think.
We human are imperfect, but unique; we are no one else, but just ourselves right here and right now. The lyrics say, “It’s just me/with every single little missing and mixed up piece/ I don’t know what you wanna see but I am/individually, imperfect/incredible me” Sometimes, we may imagine what if we were someone we want to be, what if we got all things we wish to have—talent, wealth, health, love, knowledge, luck, and so on— , and we wish we are someone different, better than our original selves. I had such thought before, too. However, if things changed, maybe we are not ourselves anymore. We may never be content with what we are and what we have. We may not still be someone we liked, though that’s us who ask for such a change. No one can make sure that when all things change, whether we can still experience what we cherished, whether we can still possess what we already have and treasure, or whether we can really enjoy the changed life and selves. The fact is shown before us. We must play the hand we are dealt. We have to play our cards right.
Imperfection can be beautiful. Some critics believe that no noble architecture is without imperfection. I would like to adopt this idea upon the individuals. Each of us is imperfect, and this imperfection might even do something good to us. We are like random and formless pieces having our unique color and shape. We all have weakness, but we might find others’ advantages and our strength in some aspects. Somehow different pieces of different people—strangers and close ones alike—fit each other and together become a new piece. It’s not a perfect circle, and it will never be. Nevertheless, it has its own unique and amazing shape sparkling with ever-changing color. Though defects exist still, the magnificence remains.
Imperfection may urge us to make more efforts, to cherish what we own, and to be humble and considerate about inadequacy of others and ourselves. Perfection might be an ideal, and to pursuit it makes us keep working hard. Imperfection may not fulfill all our wishes; however, it leaves a chink for the light to shine in.
We human are imperfect, but unique; we are no one else, but just ourselves right here and right now. The lyrics say, “It’s just me/with every single little missing and mixed up piece/ I don’t know what you wanna see but I am/individually, imperfect/incredible me” Sometimes, we may imagine what if we were someone we want to be, what if we got all things we wish to have—talent, wealth, health, love, knowledge, luck, and so on— , and we wish we are someone different, better than our original selves. I had such thought before, too. However, if things changed, maybe we are not ourselves anymore. We may never be content with what we are and what we have. We may not still be someone we liked, though that’s us who ask for such a change. No one can make sure that when all things change, whether we can still experience what we cherished, whether we can still possess what we already have and treasure, or whether we can really enjoy the changed life and selves. The fact is shown before us. We must play the hand we are dealt. We have to play our cards right.
Imperfection can be beautiful. Some critics believe that no noble architecture is without imperfection. I would like to adopt this idea upon the individuals. Each of us is imperfect, and this imperfection might even do something good to us. We are like random and formless pieces having our unique color and shape. We all have weakness, but we might find others’ advantages and our strength in some aspects. Somehow different pieces of different people—strangers and close ones alike—fit each other and together become a new piece. It’s not a perfect circle, and it will never be. Nevertheless, it has its own unique and amazing shape sparkling with ever-changing color. Though defects exist still, the magnificence remains.
Imperfection may urge us to make more efforts, to cherish what we own, and to be humble and considerate about inadequacy of others and ourselves. Perfection might be an ideal, and to pursuit it makes us keep working hard. Imperfection may not fulfill all our wishes; however, it leaves a chink for the light to shine in.
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