The Art of Imperfection -:

oh to have wings and be free !

There are rather many times when we see ourselves infront of the mirror and suddenly a scrambling wave of thoughts come across the mind screaming ,“ You can never beat the ones better than you , you are not enough, you are just not perfect.” Strange isn’t it ? How our own consciousness try to beat you up every single time you try to find a way to prove that yes I am enough and better than the ones to whom I am constantly compared. It is just so hard to stand out be exceptional in today’s world of relentless competitions. You think that you have worked so hard to be unbeatable in a field and yet someone comes and makes you feel that you are inferior.

I am 19 years old right now and believe me when I say getting admission into a good college for me is not easy . I even took a gap year , left everything that intersted me for six months and tried to devote myself to the cause and yet maybe it wasn’t enough. I remember how much I loved writing essays in school , and always scored exceptionally well. I remember being the perfect topper of the school on whom everyone’s expectations laid on but 2020 changed everything. With covid on loose , my became careless with my studies, the two most important years for senior year were not as good as I expected them to be . When I stepped into the world of real competitive exams for getting a college seat, I realised I am nothing special, there are millions like me here who are as good as me or are even way better than me. I owned upto my mistakes and took a gap year to give in for preparation but still this year I wasn’t good enough to get into my dream college. Yeah it did broke my self confidence, I screamed, I cried , I lost my hope for a moment, the girl which stood infront me in the mirror was not the same as she was in grade 10th . She failed in a way to stand to the expectations of her parents, she tried but that wasn’t enough, so given all this , I should be depressed, I should think that I am the biggest Imperfectionist and disappointment but no I don’t think so .

You know what , my father is my greatest motivator, he always says that life is too short to wallow in regrets , to try to be always perfect, we are humans we are bound to be imperfect but as humans it’s our responsibility to find happiness in the small things , to excel in the art of being happy with the flaws we have and if there’s a scope we can try to improve it .

Yes I did failed one time but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a good future ahead, because who have even seen the future. This whole time when I was locked at home , I learned quite a few things, somedays were really hard to pass by , making me feel like I am suffocating while the others I was just happy to have my family with me through the thick and thins . Right now I am waiting for my admission in a good college obviously, it’s obviously not the college I dreamed of but the college I need to pursue my dreams . Yes I am imperfect, and I own it because I can’t hide behind the perfect picture of a studious girl anymore . Yes I am hardworking and sincere but I am also silly , I love fiction more than anything, I find my peace in spirituality and I am much more than just being a good student. I am growing and I wanna grow more and I am excited for the future while living the best I can in my present. Bad times gonna come again , but now I will be prepared for it , I will fight with it with patience and smile that the clouds will fade and the sun will rise again .

I wrote this account because I want to be a real blogger to whom people of my age can relate, who can connect to me through struggles and can feel content that they are not alone in this time . If world is a battlefield then we gotta be soldiers of hope and happiness.

Thank you for taking your time to read this . If you like my blog then please leave a clap and comment, I would love to interact with more young minds and share thoughts and experiences.