A text of Tipitii really got me thinking. How to accept the fact that I'm imperfect? Broken, unfinished, defective. I'm not perfect and never will be, I don't know everything and never will. Is it useless to aim for perfection, then? To aim for something means you must believe it's possible. I know it's not possible to be flawless, but still, I'd like to be. I reckon it must be an "Adam&Eve" -type of a thing, where the created ones wish to be like the creator, perfect and omniscient.
Isn't imperfection the very thing that makes us human? Understading this might give us some peace of mind, a reason to forgive ourselves and others, to humbly accept we're unfinished.
Isn't imperfection the very thing that makes us human? Understading this might give us some peace of mind, a reason to forgive ourselves and others, to humbly accept we're unfinished.
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Niin, ehkä epätäydellisyys on osa ihmisyyttä. Onko täydellisyyden tavoitteleminen yhtä hyvin osa ihmisyyttä? Mä ainakin haluan sitä tavotella. :p
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