Emmaa Jean
Perfection Does Not Exist
Whenever a choice is made, whatever the reason, or circumstance, it is motivated by something, rational or not. Even when we make a choice we think is right at the time, nothing is perfect.
Perfection does not exist because we are in constant change, and perfection would require us to be static.
Even Michelangelo, legend that he is, while finishing his sculpture Moses, was so surprised by its realism, he hit it on the knee with his hammer, questioning, "Why you do not speak?"
Since you have come this far, you may wonder why I wrote this with a picture of my avatar. The reason is this.
If you look at me as this avatar, you see that I look at you and smile. I do this because I believe that nothing I do is perfect. I am always searching, moving forward, and changing, which is part of the deal I have with life. When I post faces on these pages, I do not seek perfection in them, but an appreciation of what each person does for their avatar. Many times I photograph faces and perceive the person behind the face, and this can make me smile.
I appreciate my page because it is made by everyone on it. Without them these pages would hardly exist.
Despite the fact that on sometimes I have been mistreated by some, I persist because this reaffirms that perfection does not exist.
We are influenced by our education, rages, passions, frustrations, but above all, in my case, by the happiness of living, of being able to be here and fill my pages with many different faces that I have made a connection with.
Regardless of why you come to this place. Whatever wind that brings your soul here, if I discover you I will take your picture and give it to you, in the hope it will make you happy, and no other reason. I do not consider my page a collection, but a way of expressing my connection, if even for a moment in time, with the lives, minds, and all the imperfection that we carry with us.
Therefore, I accept mistakes and misunderstandings, and even cruel words, as no one is perfect. I appreciate when I have the good fortune to encounter those with intelligence, compassion, and grace. I smile frequently and maintain a spirit with joy, because the world is a beautiful place to live, although perceived differently by each person. Whatever world you consider yourself apart from, you affect all that you touch and in that sense we are all connected as one mind, and those that think they hurt only someone else, ultimately hurt themselves.
photo by Melter Weatherwax
Perfection Does Not Exist
Whenever a choice is made, whatever the reason, or circumstance, it is motivated by something, rational or not. Even when we make a choice we think is right at the time, nothing is perfect.
Perfection does not exist because we are in constant change, and perfection would require us to be static.
Even Michelangelo, legend that he is, while finishing his sculpture Moses, was so surprised by its realism, he hit it on the knee with his hammer, questioning, "Why you do not speak?"
Since you have come this far, you may wonder why I wrote this with a picture of my avatar. The reason is this.
If you look at me as this avatar, you see that I look at you and smile. I do this because I believe that nothing I do is perfect. I am always searching, moving forward, and changing, which is part of the deal I have with life. When I post faces on these pages, I do not seek perfection in them, but an appreciation of what each person does for their avatar. Many times I photograph faces and perceive the person behind the face, and this can make me smile.
I appreciate my page because it is made by everyone on it. Without them these pages would hardly exist.
Despite the fact that on sometimes I have been mistreated by some, I persist because this reaffirms that perfection does not exist.
We are influenced by our education, rages, passions, frustrations, but above all, in my case, by the happiness of living, of being able to be here and fill my pages with many different faces that I have made a connection with.
Regardless of why you come to this place. Whatever wind that brings your soul here, if I discover you I will take your picture and give it to you, in the hope it will make you happy, and no other reason. I do not consider my page a collection, but a way of expressing my connection, if even for a moment in time, with the lives, minds, and all the imperfection that we carry with us.
Therefore, I accept mistakes and misunderstandings, and even cruel words, as no one is perfect. I appreciate when I have the good fortune to encounter those with intelligence, compassion, and grace. I smile frequently and maintain a spirit with joy, because the world is a beautiful place to live, although perceived differently by each person. Whatever world you consider yourself apart from, you affect all that you touch and in that sense we are all connected as one mind, and those that think they hurt only someone else, ultimately hurt themselves.
photo by Melter Weatherwax