This is next word I love after "Quintessential" - Perfection. Every interview, every resume sent out has at least one mention of this word with an added ‘ist’. I love yapping about my eternal search for perfection and yadayadayada. But I have never really stopped to actually wonder about it. But yesterday I was looking this blog called The Sartorialist and though the post there was very relevant with fashion, it made perfect sense otherwise too.
What I 'gleaned' from the post was that -
Perfection is in-fact the end.
Once something is found to be perfect, though that rarely happens, there is nowhere to go forward from there. Kinda like when a player gives his best performance and then retires probably because he can’t go forward from there or because he is afraid he might not do as well in the encore.
So my point is, even though we might say that we want things to be perfect. Do we really want them to be so? Because according to me, what inspires most is not perfection itself but... near perfection.
PS
To refer, this is the URL for that great blog - http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/
