Monday, 14 October 2013

The perfect beach ball

It sometimes feels like our task in life is to blow up the perfect beach ball. We are constantly bombarded with images of the perfectly rounded life, a saintly life, a celebrity life, a corporate brand life, a supermodel life, a perfect body life, an eternal life, a perfectly healthy and happy life. When we try to inflate our lives and compare it to such perfection it is inevitable we will feel disappointed. But that’s the point of these empty projections of the perfect beach ball; they make you feel inadequate so you compensate by subscribing to their belief or buying their product. It’s as if someone is punching you in the face and saying, “follow me, I know how to stop the punches…” and you follow!

All lives are messy, half inflated, punctured and repaired beach balls. There is no such thing as perfect; it is a fallacy of reason: to know perfection is to view a perfect thing perfectly but we have a limited point of view (our point of view).

We should never take our beach ball for granted, we should bounce, treasure and enjoy it now (with repair kit in hand!) because something like Parkinson’s will come along and try to spoil the fun…

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