“I don’t know a perfect person.
I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.”
This is not about religion.
This is about people … or maybe better said … a person … a person who can … well … find you when you are a little lost or in a lost-like moment in Life.
The person … in that moment and in that time can … uhm … save you.
And, in particular, this is about the fabulous flawed person who everyone needs to know.
Suffice it to say a person … one person … can play a very specific role in someone’s life. I sometimes think we forget this. I tend to believe we rarely seek ‘role playing people’ in our lives but more often seek ‘soul mate’ type people … elevating the latter to some esteemed place in our lives and relegating the former to … well … ‘acquaintance’ status.
What do I mean?
Most typically we see a person, get to know them and then we inevitably sit back and reflect on the person we now know and what we know of them … and we assess in a totality.
It could quite possibly be a better path as you think to simply say “what makes this person perfect for me and my life.”
Maybe it would be better to accept the fact that flaws will always exist, that perfection or the ‘perfect person’ is a myth … but also accept that this imperfect person could quite possibly have the perfect thing for you and your Life and your situation.
The reality in Life is that one of these ‘role players’ can steer you, or can anchor you, or can get you back on the tracks or … well … they just save you.
Let me be clear on this whole ‘lost’ thing.
It’s not that you are completely lost … its just that something, some direction or focus or Life guardrails is either missing or just has simply not been recognized by your little lonesome.
And then that role player comes along … and without really investing a shitload of energy … re-energizes you by noticing the less obvious thing to you and making it more obvious.
And think about this.
In a weird way finding that someone who saves you is actually about time.
We all know that time is finite … and, in particular, our time each day is finite.
The correlation to that is our complete understanding of time choices – spend it on one thing and there is less to spend on everything else. Yeah. For every one thing added to your day <even that time-consuming thing like social media> something else is going to be sacrificed.
I imagine my point on this is that the only way to have more time is to sacrifice the time consuming shit which inevitably stands in front of you begging you to be stuffed into your already stuffed Life.
And that is where that imperfect person can really save you.
Think about it.
The people who are most in need of saving are most likely the ones who cannot refuse the distractions or refuse investing time on the wrong paths & choices because they cannot discern what is important versus what is less important.
To be fair.
It is a weird dichotomy if you self reflect.
In your own mind your wandering and lack of focus may actually feel like you are ruthlessly saying ‘yes’ to things with the good intentions that in doing so you are not letting yourself down by pursuing ‘possibilities.’
And, yet, in all the ruthless ‘yeses’ you may actually be letting yourself down.
The truth is that you need a reason to ruthlessly say ‘no’ to some things and stubbornly let the important things outweigh the less important things.
And, in order for that to happen, sometimes you need someone to save you.
Sometimes that perfectly imperfect person strolls into your life and all that distraction stuff becomes less distracting and you gain some focus on … well … what is important. Somehow, someway … in their flawed imperfect way they can perfectly weave their way thru all the mess in your head and shine a little light on whatever should have a light shined on it.
I believe it is a simple Life truth that … well … you need a flawed person to recognize the flaws in Life.
I also believe that once you recognize the flaws, accept the flaws and even come to love the flaws … not only does perfection becomes a myth but perfection actually becomes unimportant <or less important>.
Perfection becomes something not even worth thinking about as you live.
And this all becomes possible because some flawed person has somehow inserted themselves into your flawed Life and made the flawed okay.
In general I tend to believe almost all of us underestimate how hard it is to manage Life if you don’t have anybody to lean on … well … at least occasionally lean on.
And as you lean … you love … you love the flaws in that person, in people … and in Life itself.
And, inevitably, whether you truly recognize it or not … you love that person not for their imperfections or the fact they may have some flaws … you love them because they are perfect for that moment.
And, in that moment, they actually save you from yourself by … uhm … helping you find yourself.
Personally … I don’t use ‘love’ flippantly.
And maybe I even use it <too> sparsely.
I clearly recognize that at several points in my uneven sometimes wacky Life I have been extremely fortunate to have a flawed person arrive at the perfect time and be … well … perfect … if but for that one moment and in that time.
And because of that I clearly recognize that we should love flawed people.
Because they are the ones who can truly save you.
I only know flawed people who are still worth loving