Over the past year, I’ve often been thinking about imperfection in human beings. Within every being lie imperfections and shortcomings that remain concealed until their stories unfold. We all possess flaws and areas where we fall short. Everyone lives with imperfections and deficiencies. Strangely enough, I often find that flaws can actually be what makes someone or something so endearing, which is why I view imperfection as beautiful. Yet, why is it so challenging to accept our own flaws? In a world where we’re flooded with external expectations and influences, staying true to ourselves has become a demanding task.
So, what exactly do I define as ideal beauty?
After much contemplation, I’ve come to see flaws are natural, and perfection, being intangible, cannot be defined. We always live with these imperfections, sometimes these make people grow, to love each other, and provide a personal compass through life’s maze. We exist around irregularities and imperfection, shaping our existence. This work represents my journey through these thoughts.