You aren’t Perfect. But that’s Okay.

Hey guys! I just really want to write today, not completely sure why…

Today, I am inspired by this picture, taken by my lovely sister. She captioned it: reflections. And it was that word that caught me, because I was reminded of a quote. The funny thing is that in looking for that quote, I found another quote about reflections that I really liked. Our lovely friend, Pablo Picasso, said, “Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?” And knowing who Picasso is, we can guess what answer he was trying to get at. But it does bring up an interesting question, so I decided to dwell on it today.

The photographer sees the human face through the lens. Though it is a person, it is the lens who captures the photo, and lenses won’t be biased about a person. The photographer could mess with the angle or the setting or the editing to put in their opinion of the subject. But the end result is a realistic view of a person. Sherlock Holmes would be able to deduct all sorts of factual details about the person from the photo, but alas, no one can truly know someone from a photograph.

The mirror is trickier, because the person looking through the mirror is you. You, who know all of your triumphs, all of your faults, are the one judging yourself. This view is even more realistic than the photograph, because you see everything. You will see that terrible mole under your eye. You will remember when your carelessness hurt that one person. And more often than not, that’s all you will see. You could be conceited and just find yourself incredibly gorgeous. But most of us will see ourselves and see our faults. 

And the painter. The painter offers the view of you that is least based on facts. The painter is not only looking for the shape of your nose; they are also looking for the sparkle in your eye, the confident flip of your hair, the lips that offer words that comfort and console. Even if the painter has known you your whole life, they will not see you as the person who makes mistakes. They will see you as the beautiful, glorious creation that you are.

Because that’s what artists do. Artists reveal the soul of their subjects. And yes, sometimes they show the bad stuff to prove a point and speak the truth. But artists do not look for the ugly. They look for the beautiful. And that is why, even when they paint that detested mole or ungainly jaw of yours, they don’t see it as something ugly.They see it as the truth. They see that you are not perfect. But they’re okay with that. Because they know that they are not perfect either. You aren’t perfect. I am not perfect. None of us are perfect. And we can be so much more forgiving of each other and of ourselves when we realize that. 

But because we fail, because we are irrevocably not perfect, it can make us see and appreciate the beautiful even more. 

Epylle Spydre

Looking Past the Grime on the Outside

I’m not going to lie. My posts haven’t been that great recently. If you’ve been reading along, you might have noticed that they don’t…. sparkle. They don’t shine. And I was thinking about what might be causing that. And I decided that they’re either too personal and not deep enough, or I’m just piggybacking off of topics that I spoke about earlier that did sparkle. So, I said to myself, what haven’t I talked about that is deep enough that it might sparkle? (p.s. I hope this works)

My answer was forgiveness. Forgiveness is one of those things that is so beautiful because it’s so hard to do. It is not in human nature to forgive. It is far easier to hold a grudge and blame someone else for our problems, especially when they deserve it. Now, sometimes, it seems silly for people to be unforgiving. But for the loved ones of someone who was hit by a drunk driver or for the girl who was raped, society would say it’s crazy NOT to be unforgiving. To be forgiving of such horrible crimes is to be okay with it and almost welcome it. Forgiveness is seen as a foolish act that only the most idealistic of dreamers can believe in. Maybe it happens in stories, but not in real life. 

But what people don’t see is how unforgiveness turns into a shackle, chaining you to the past and all that pain. It’s not something that people notice, but the past keeps haunting you, and there’s no way to be truly happy. It just eats away at your heart, and you lose hope. You can never look the same way at the person who hurt you, even if they’ve changed or are truly repentant. 

But forgiveness. True, precious forgiveness. It changes everything, and just knowing that you’ve forgiven someone is so beautiful. There’s a line in a song by Matthew West (the song is called Forgiveness; funny coincidence, huh?) that goes like this: “So let it go and be amazed by what you see through eyes of grace; the prisoner that it really frees is you.” And that really is the best way to describe it. Where before, bitterness was a prison, forgiveness is liberation

It’s hard. So hard to forgive people. Especially when it feels like they’re never going to say sorry and when it feels like they really don’t deserve anything good. At least not from you. And when it comes to forgiveness, it oftentimes doesn’t feel right. It feels crazy and weird. 

But people are people. We fail so many times. If everybody held a grudge, we wouldn’t have any friends in this world. And sometimes, it’s just enough to look from the other perspective. To realize that maybe you’re not the only one who’s hurting; maybe they’re hurting, too. For another reason, maybe, but just to realize that can make all the difference. Forgiveness works when you’re able to look past the mistakes and see the person inside. We don’t have to be defined by our sinful, failing nature. We can be so much more. And accepting that for someone else makes that true in our lives, too. 

Epylle Spydre