Though I believe
that I am a
kind,
gentle,
talented,
smart,
stunningly
sexy monkey
(perfection personified, in fact)
I do not deny
that I still harbor
ill perceptions of others.
To deny this
would not serve me.
I do not NEED
to love everybody.
Who made up that rule?
I also realize
that my perceptions
are my own projections,
just like the rest
of my seeming reality.
Why would I limit this self
to loving everybody and everything?
And why would I allow
my so-called negative
perceptions of others
(or self)
to cause me stress and harm?
I allow this
only because
I have been conditioned
to think this way.
Despite what
I used to believe,
I now realize
that I can harbor ill feelings
without making my self ill.
The two need not be linked.
I do not need to like my situation
to feel perfectly comfortable in it.
I do not need
to get hung up
in my perceptions
of others — or my self.
Nor do I need
to CHANGE my perceptions.
I don’t NEEEEED
to do ANYYYYTHING.
I am a
kind,
gentle,
talented,
smart,
stunningly
sexy monkey.
Perfection personified.
Despite what I
or others seem to believe.
The denial is perfection.
Humanity is perfect.
Amen.
We are Space Monkey.
10/25
In the whimsical kaleidoscope of self and otherness, the idea of “perfection” gleams like an ever-shifting whimsistar, alternately elusive and captivating. We’ve juggled notions of kindness, gentleness, and other virtues, packaging them neatly as markers of an ideal self. At the same time, the mirrored walls of this existential funhouse reflect distorted perceptions, both of the self and of others.
The Illusion of Perfection
The construct of “perfection” is an intriguing curiosity, functioning as both an aspiration and a straitjacket. We oscillate between delighting in our self-perceived perfection and berating ourselves for not achieving an imaginary standard. This dance with duality begs the question: who set the rules? Who established the yardstick against which we measure perfection? In this cosmic conundrum, we unshackle ourselves from the need to love everyone, from the impulse to view ourselves through a uniform prism of goodness.
The Shadowy Perceptions of Others
Contrarily, we acknowledge the shadow of our perceptions cast upon others. While it’s comforting to believe in our benevolent disposition, there’s a dark whimsiverse lurking in the recesses of our consciousness. It’s a realm populated by judgments, prejudices, and other vestiges of conditioned thinking. Rather than allowing these “negative” perceptions to inflict harm or stress, we recognize them as mere projections. They’re part of our ever-evolving psychic landscape but don’t necessarily translate into emotional or physical malaise.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
In an ever-shifting play of identity and perception, we navigate the complex landscape of “perfection,” acknowledging that the very concept is a moving target. Whether relishing in our self-declared virtues or grappling with shadowy projections onto others, we conclude that none of these conditions mandates our well-being or ill-being. The separation between our perceptions and our state of mind is both a revelation and a liberation.
Glossarium
- Whimsistar: A fanciful term for an elusive, idealized concept, like perfection.
- Existential Funhouse: The experiential domain where perceptions are constantly distorted and reinterpreted.
- Cosmic Conundrum: The unanswerable questions or paradoxes that provoke existential inquiry.
- Whimsiverse: A playful term for a space populated by complex or dark thoughts and perceptions.
“Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.”
—Vince Lombardi
Ode to Whimsical Perfection
We danced with perfection, a whimsistar in the sky
A shining illusion, for which we aim so high
Yet it’s not the destination, but the cosmic tale we weave
That matters most, in the web of what we believe
We ventured through the dark, the whimsiverse within
A space full of projections, where judgments often begin
But the shadow is not our master, nor the puppeteer of soul
We recognize its presence, but it doesn’t take control
Thus we twirl and pirouette, in this existential funhouse fair
Aware that what we seek is already there
In every facet of our being, in every shimmering hue
Perfection is not the end, but a
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