Perfect People Do Exist
"Nobody's perfect", the self help books, the media, they try to say.
But they're wrong
You know they're wrong.
Perfect people do exist, they do
living their perfect lives in perfect houses, a three car garage that actually fits three cars.
And somehow, you always knew they were there-
-taunting that you'll never reach their level
-tempting you to try.
Make no mistake. They're real. You've read about them-
-the thirteen year old in college, who played piano in Carnegie Hall
-the dancer with the national title and 20 pirouettes
-the one training for the Olympics-what was her name? Doesn't matter, it'll never be you or me.
The well dressed working mom, toting a briefcase in one hand and a diaper bag in the other, perfectly balanced.
The novelist whose brilliance moves people to tears.
And the singer whose notes and artist whose art
you swear
could have simply fallen
down
from
heaven.
And you're sure
that if they aren't the ones who
-invent the flying car
-become America's Next Top Model
-star in a classic movie
--their children will be.
Never angry or stressed
Always patient
Always hopeful
They live their own worldly version of perfect every day, in their boots and designer sunglasses.
The world's version of perfect is flawed, but it sometimes doesn't matter.
The world's "perfect" leaves no room for God's BEST, but it sometimes doesn't matter.
God's BEST is better than a thousand PERFECTS, but it sometimes doesn't matter.
Because sometimes I'd rather be perfect.
Perfect people do exist
but I have yet to meet one
Real in our minds they do exist
I know I'll never be one.
Posts
Great post, and it's totally true! I hate people like that, well it's more jealousy. I can totally relate to this too. Awesome job Amaranthine, love the new layout too!
ReplyDeleteVERY good post! And well written, too, I might add. :)
ReplyDelete~Jamie Joyce
Wow. That was so amazing!! I know plenty of people like that, and a few of them have blogs that I adore and follow.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wish I were them, sometimes I wish my life was better and that maybe I could have that three car garage-- and three cars to go in it. But no, I don't. And I'm not perfect. Sometimes I wish all the popular bloggers and even non-bloggers have terrible days so they can experience what it's like to be normal. Like me. I know, I'm a horrible person for saying so, but it's almost like they're life is so perfect that they're almost incapable to have bad days.
The people who are perfect tease you and sneer at you and say "I dare you to be like me. And when you reach the top of Mount Everest, I'll push you down and then, whoops, you'll have to start all over again. Sorry, dear, but you'll never be as good as me." Some don't even know they say it. Some do, and yet, no matter whether they know or not, it's hard to love them. It's hard to appreciate all the good things they've done, and it's hard to watch as your own parents commend them on their work - their stupid, pointless, piece-of-crud work that they pizzazzed up and turned into some big show. And when you work as hard as them, you get nothing. They have the newest Macbook, they have the best hair, they wear the best clothes, and of course, they're a shoe-in for Homecoming Queen.
But are we like that? Nope. And we probably won't ever will be. But whatever. I'm perfect in Him. Not in them.
Great post :))
-Jocee <3
*sniff*
ReplyDeleteThat was amazing. I loved it. And it rings so true!!!!!!
Amazing poem Amaranthine. :) I love it. And it is SO true. Our church's main saying is 'No Perfect People Allowed'. ;)
ReplyDeleteLove it, love it!!!
ReplyDeletehm..... your identity is found in Christ, sweetheart. :]
ReplyDeleteI wish I could give you a hug right now.