It's perfect

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Hi there, 

How many times have you used the word perfect?

“This is perfect!”

Probably many...But have you ever stopped to reflect: What does “perfect” actually mean to me?

I did, just recently. And I realized that, for many years (maybe more than I care to admit), perfect meant something polished, brilliant, flawless. Almost like a diamond.

But then, as I began exploring what lies beyond the mind, body, and personality, reading both Eastern and Western philosophical and spiritual traditions, I came across ideas like:

“The Universe is perfect.”

“Your life is perfect.”

“You are perfect just the way you are.”

That was hard to accept.

How could I be perfect as I am, when there are so many things I still want to change about myself?

How could my life be perfect if my business isn’t earning what I’d love it to?

How could the Universe be perfect when there are wars happening just around the corner?

But then, I sat with the question (and by “sitting,” I mean literally sitting in a chair, taking a deep breath, closing my eyes, and just wondering. Asking without needing to find an answer.)

And it occurred to me:

What if perfect meant something different?

What if perfect simply meant whole, as in, complete as it is, just because it exists?

What if it’s not about the quality of something, or how it stacks up against my personal standards (conscious or unconscious), but about the fact of it being here?

What if just existing makes it perfect?

That would change everything. Wouldn't it?

It would mean the things that happened in my past were perfect, not because they were “right” or “good,” but simply because they happened.

It would mean my life right now, even with its contradictions and questions, is perfect because it is.

Even more radically, what if perfection is beyond my understanding entirely? What if it’s part of a greater Universal order I can’t fully grasp?

I don’t know where I’m going…But maybe I don’t need to….

What I do know is that when I shift the meaning I give to the word perfect, my experience of life becomes lighter. Less rigid. Less about chasing unreachable ideals, and more about accepting “what is”.

And in that space, I feel calmer, more grounded, more hopeful. And I like that.

What would that mean to you?

What might change if you saw your life as perfect, just as it is?

Looking forward to hearing from you.

Hugs,

Jose