What is an imperfection? A flaw, or a blemish? Is it physical, emotional, or spiritual? Is it a person? Your boss, perhaps, or your next door neighbor who seems to strategically place junk about for everyone to see? Is it a place, or an inanimate object? I think it’s all about perspective.
What is perceived to be an “imperfection” by one can be a priceless treasure to another. Perhaps beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder, and I don’t mean just outward appearances.
Perhaps those who see the world with rose-colored glasses are naïve; they don’t look for the “imperfections” others do. It’s kind of like the adage ‘is the glass half-full, or is it half-empty’. Maybe they look at the world exactly the way they should; that there is beauty to be found in everything. On the opposite end of the spectrum you have the doubters. The unbelievers. The ruthless and the cold. Those who haven’t led a life filled with positive influences, and I would tend to believe they see nothing but the negative. If you look hard enough, you can find fault in many things, or maybe even in everything.
So, “imperfections”? No. Perspective? Absolutely. There are days when the world is sunshine and rainbows for me. Nothing is amiss and the birds seem to be singing an extra sweet tune. Then there are days when I want to climb back in the bed, pull the covers up and suffocate myself with my pillow. It depends on the day, my mood, and what influences I have surrounded myself with. Perspective.