What is perfection? Everyone has their own answer to that question. What makes something perfect? How knit-picky, analytical or critical do we have to be before we say -- enough! How much input from others, you know a critique that occasionally borders on an insult, should we take to heart? How many people, who we value as authorities, have been honest with us throughout our lives?
Twenty/twenty hindsight is our best teacher. I bet if you look back at your life you will see at least one incident of having been knocked down and kicked (not necessarily physically) by someone you loved or respected. I would also bet that you may have thought or believed that you deserved it, and then possibly beat yourself up over it. On the other hand, it may be quite possible that you may have had the awareness to say, "What the ...?" Age has a wonderful way of showing us the wisdom we have gained through living, and if we are willing, provides us with more opportunity to say, this is as good as it gets. I'm fine with what I've done.
So, what is my point here? It's all about self esteem/self worth.
Many of us go through life beating ourselves up trying to please others, do our jobs, create art in some form, or anything whatever, only to have someone trash us. The problem is, we often accept other people's opinions of what is good or perfect. Perfection is as subjective as art. Everyone has an opinion. Some we agree with and others we do not.
Everything we do depends upon the standards we set for ourselves or those we abide by, depending on the situation. What is important is we should be happy with whatever we have done whether or not someone else is happy with it. OK, so we are graded, judged, appreciated, reprimanded, etc. That is a fact of life. We should do our best at any given moment. If we are having an off day, we can blame it on an astrological aspect or some cycle. Even better, we should just take responsibility for what we did or didn't do as well as we normally would. Life's like that.
The most important thing to remember is we have the ability to see what we went through, whether the person who committed the act of trashing us ever realized they were doing so at the time. Jealousy does exist, but why should we live our lives worrying about the negative stuff. "Don't sweat the small stuff."
Not every day is perfect. Not everyone behaves perfectly. Isn't that terrific? I think so. Perfection to me is having things come together and being able to make people ... and myself happy. If it works, this is excellent, nah, it's Perfect.