Noun: The action or process of improving something until it is faultless.
When considering the definition of perfection, I see little need for the end product. Honestly, nothing can ever be considered ‘faultless’ as there will always be a critic, a sceptic, a non-believer. You cannot please everyone. You will die trying, so don’t bother.
I spent the first few years waiting for my writing to be perfect before even thinking about letting another person even know that it exists. Of course this means that nothing ever got seen, heard of, or even acknowledged. Because nothing was ever perfect. Nothing was ever faultless.
But now, now I look at a project and consider the weighing scales. How do the ‘imperfections’ weigh up against the presumed ‘perfections’… only ever presumed because each time I look at a piece what was once perfect will have altered and become imperfect. Yes, sometimes all those noticeable imperfections weigh heavy, and with a sigh I start the editing process again. But sometimes I look and think, well its realistically perfect.
Its all perception.
So when I am writing or editing, I no longer fret ‘oh it has to be perfect’ because I know that I will edit and re-edit, draft and re-draft, until something makes me stop. It will never be the ‘ah-ha!’ or ‘eureka!’ delusions we fill ourselves with in those childhood years of writing. It will be the ‘I think it is ready’, it will be the ‘I don’t know what else I could do to it’.
Just because you don’t see perfection, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
Someone, somewhere, will see your work and think its perfect the way it is. They wont consider every variable of the word ‘walk’, they wont consider if your grammar could be altered (although a lot of people pick up on this, but perfection once again…). They wont care that you think there could be a slight change to a scene because they don’t know what you were thinking. Because to them, it is the words they are given. They put the variables behind them, if they want to.
But to me. The use of language, the craft of creating something from nothing, the art of writing; will always be perfect.
How could something so beautiful not be?
Just a little thought for the day…