I bring good news; of the worldly sort. Perfection is dying. There will be no heir to the ancient throne.
There are cracks in the monarchy. Only that. So if your children still want to grow up and have what Iron Man has, don’t call me a liar. It took only two thousand years to realise that we officially can not be the Greek gods that we strived to be. There is no end, which is what Perfect means in Latin – to finish. We used to think that everything had an end; the flat earth, life, Big Brother.
Can you imagine all these people sitting around a table, goblet in hand, laughing hysterically upon learning that the earth was actually round when they thought it was a pancake? Now it’s our turn. Did we really think that we could achieve this stagnant idea of perfection, to live above the rest, free of cause and consequence? Ha Ha Haaaa!
Times are changing faster than ever, and humanity reels from the G force, like it was the fastest snail in a race for evolution. The Kundalini has moved south, to the womb of the feminine. And so goes the vibe of humanity: softer, more communicative, leaving the masculine, mathematics concept of perfection in its wake.
It's more like a whisper in the air; a philosophical article here, more organic trends there, like my favourite class of humans, the hipsters, who are being cool in a way that no one has been before. God, they hope!
People everywhere are beginning to not express their desire to attain perfection as the ultimate goal.
The other day I spotted a wabi-sabi article in mainstream media and saw it as a sign. Wabi-sabi is a Zen Buddhist concept which nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect. The Japanese observe wabi-sabi in their asymmetrical tea cups and Japanese tea ceremony temples, as well as their art, homes and daily lives.
“Wabi-sabi is the quiet, undeclared beauty that is discovered in imperfection” ~ Professor Oak.
The concept would have been alien in 1985’s Miami Vice and Dynasty consciousness, but today the concept is ripe for immediate consumption. And just in time! The pursuit of perfection has killed thousands every year since the first Who Can Swim Farthest in a Toga competition on the shores of the Aegean. Always interesting deaths I have to say, though the ol’ heart attack has become a little passé. Death by energy drinks, cell phone brain tumors or dehydration from the Mozambique desert ultra marathon is the newest must-have instant knock-out.
Aiming for perfection is like believing that Pratyahara, level 5 of the 8 limb path to yoga is the end, mistaking ultimate control for enlightenment.
We’ve grown up since the Greeks discovered how to compartmentalize thought. Now humanity is ready to return to the authentic and organic. What will those metaphorical last three limbs look like?
I consider wabi-sabi the next limb. It feels right to embrace that which makes us a little bit dented, sometimes wrong. Always striving, but at the same time, never arriving. There is no end to anything, only transformation.
This is the good news I bring. Another sign that we are evolving. Consider the environmental consequence this shift will have. We’ll need less stuff. Mismatch is good. Chipped plates are ok for dinner parties. Old clothes are fine...
Our egos and any sense of entitlement will have to go. How scary, imagine. But if we all change at the same time, I wont feel like I am this singular person who stands here, spiritually naked, bracing for snail-pace evolutionary G-force. Having said that, I'll always have the good people of my island nation for company. And Bhutan. It's just more fun if you come along.
Together, Let's join the evolution!
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