01 - Nobody Is Perfect but Everyone Can Learn to Be Perfectly Themselves
Journal Entry: December 24, 2025 – 4:12 AM
Nobody Is Perfect but Everyone Can Learn to Be Perfectly Themselves
Journal Entry: December 24, 2025 – 4:12 AM
Perfection is a mirage whenever it is imagined as a fixed shape or an ideal form shining somewhere outside of oneself. Perfection is not a distant summit. It is the flowering of one’s own nature. Spiritual growth is not a matter of becoming something else, but of unfolding what is already present, like a rose opening petal by petal according to its own nature and in its own time.
To seek to become perfect in the image of another is a kind of exile from self. The moment we compare ourselves to an outer ideal, the heart tightens. The breath constricts. The natural rhythm of the soul is interrupted, and instead of unfolding, we contort. Each being has a unique theme, like a musical phrase entrusted to them alone. To imitate another person’s melody is to mute one’s own.
No one is perfect because the word “perfect” in common language suggests completion, finality, a finished statue in a quiet museum. The creative path is nothing like that. It is alive. It is rhythmic. It is breathed in and breathed out. The soul is not complete while walking on earth, and it is not meant to be. It is meant to continue discovering itself, sometimes through harmony, sometimes through friction, sometimes through mistakes, disasters or tragedies that reveal capacities we did not know we carried.
Yet everyone can learn to be perfectly themselves. This is the perfection the mystics speak of, the perfection of authenticity, sincerity, and presence. The perfection of being what God designed when sending a soul into the world. When a person touches this inner alignment, there is a gentle confidence that enters their actions. A clarity rises through their speech. Their footsteps seem guided from within. They begin to move with the grain of their being instead of against it.
To be perfectly oneself is not a static achievement. It is a practice. It requires continual listening, continual attunement, continual self-honesty. It means allowing the personality to soften and become translucent so the deeper nature can speak through it. It means learning to stand at the doorway between the individual self and the universal Self, acknowledging both without losing either.
Every soul carries an imprint of divine intention and purpose. Life becomes meaningful when one begins to live in accordance with that imprint. This is why the path is not about polishing the personality into an immaculate artifact or obscuring it with elaborate filigree. It is about making the personality transparent enough that the light behind it can shine through.
No one is perfect. Yet the divine image within each person is whole. Our work is to let that image emerge. Our daily struggles, our joys, our confusions, our small awakenings, all of these are tools placed in our hands to carve away what obscures the inner face.
When a person learns to be perfectly themselves, something remarkable happens. They become a source of ease for others. Their presence gives permission. Their authenticity becomes a kind of blessing. They do not need to preach or persuade. They simply stand in their own truth, and others feel themselves invited to do the same.
Perfection, then, is not a crown worn on the head. It is the quiet radiance that rises when the soul is at home in its own nature. It is the music that plays when the heart lives in tune with its source.
To learn to be perfectly oneself is one of the great works of a human life. It is always time to begin.




When our offspring do their creativity presentations, they always include - perfection is over rated! Which makes me laugh. I like the idea that we can be our perfect selves. Our authentic selves. As a young person, I somehow learned not to worry about being perfect but rather to do and try stuff. Lucky me.
I wonder about those weird times of doubt about myself when I do not feel true to myself. It's when I have a strong/severe emotional reaction where it just doesn't feel right to my very being and I see/feel like a stranger unto myself and don't like who I have become at that moment yet I'm not stopping this behavior when I "should". It's obvious to me that something is Wrong; I don't like it, it feels awful, and it then might bring shame, that feeling of stupidity, embarrassment, and the need to hide. But I can't hide from me. It's there; the damage is done. All I can do is forgive and do better 'next time'. But then.......is this all being "perfectly myself"?