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THE PERFECTION OF IMAGINATION - by jrc (thought reflection)



Based on the imperfections that represent life in general, I must admit that it is quite challenging to come to terms with this notion. Constantly, we are led to believe that our behavior, academic success, work promotion, and having a well-off standard of life should be regarded as perfect. However, in my humble opinion, these notions are far from perfect or even real, mainly because they are a representation of the reality that takes shape in our minds.

For instance, if someone can imagine living a perfect life—being healthy, having a nice cozy home surrounded by an idyllic environment—they may do their best to transfer that mental reality into the palpable and tangible day-to-day life we live. However, this "new" reality will likely be represented not in detail but as a similar copy to the one they had already imagined. In this tangible reality, that person will likely face certain limitations and obstacles to overcome, in addition to the possibility of getting sick or, perhaps, living in a small apartment in a congested city instead of a beautiful wooden house.

It seems to me that the reality portrayed in our imagination, as a process of thinking and construction, is often perceived as plain truth, thus possessing a more dynamic sense and definition of real perfection than what we can actually achieve or obtain based on those imaginations.

Considering what appears to be real and perfect, I would regard the construction in our imagination as such. There is no room for error, no possibility of imperfection because it is we who construct that reality inside our minds. Therefore, the life we live in our current world could be seen as a faithful representation of imperfection.

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