Stepping Down From ‘The Perfect To The Imperfect

By Avanthika P Satheesan

I was born as an ordinary child. I cried when I was hungry, I smiled for no reason and I stared at strangers when they came near me. From a troublesome baby loved by all I grew up to become ‘the perfect’ loved by a larger crowd. And I must say, a little bit of pride popped in my head. Never did it break open from my head for it meant a deviation from the perfect. Fear ate me up completely sometimes, but my confident eyes didn’t reveal any of it. Anger gushed up inside at times, but a pseudo smile could hide it all. Tears hurried to jump out of my eyes, but a dust particle found its way towards my eyes at the right time so that I could deliver a clever excuse for my tears. Some negative vibes drilled inside my head at times. But some positive vibes travelling from somewhere stopped for a while to stimulate positive thoughts and quotes that I had seen and saved it inside. The mischievous child inside me wanted to break free at times. But I forced her to a corner for being mischievous wasn’t a really good idea.

The tendency to postpone things wanted to infect me completely and may be just enjoy a moment of laziness. I wanted to walk out and meet the sun and rain. But I pushed myself to the corner of my room filled with books for a perfect 100 was all I wanted. But ‘lazy’ was not a word to be found in the dictionary of a perfect person. When I really wanted to laugh out loud, someone from inside pulled me from inside so I had to limit myself to a smile. A perfect person from outside. But deep inside my identity was playing hide and seek. It went hiding somewhere, but I never went seeking it. Tears, fear, anger, laziness all came to me naturally. But I forced myself to draft missions against all of these, for I feared isolation if I failed to live up to the level perfect. But now it's time. I am moving to the end of the teenage. I am preparing myself to face a bigger crowd, take up bigger challenges. And I can do that only if I decide to be me. It’s time to step down from THE PERFECT to THE IMPERFECT ME. I have so many imperfections. But I will accept it and welcome a positive change. This is not just my story, but our story. Let’s not run to be someone else. But let’s just be us. Being ‘the imperfect’ is not totally bad. But it might reveal a bright side of yours, a beautiful side of yours. Let’s believe in ourselves and let us be the reflection of our ideas and our thoughts. Just be yourself and live your dreams even if it costs the fall of the perfect to imperfect in the crowd.

By Avanthika P Satheesan