LifeInternal88
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So I broke my lamp today.
My immediate thought was to buy a new one.
I imagined the whole process: cleaning up the pieces, taking what’s left of it and throwing it in the bin; the other vision was walking down the shop’s isle and buying another. I’m very future oriented so these images did actually flash in my mind. I even felt good about a new item. Perfect. Start over.
But then it dawned on me that this moment was kind of symbolic; it resembled the brokenness - feeling less than human, weird, not normal – I feel in my normal life. The cause is irrelevant for now, but the point is I feel imperfect. Just like this lamp.
So what if I’m not perfect? So what if I’m weird or quiet or awkward or boring? So what if I can’t achieve all my goals? So what if this is a dumb post and everyone will think I’m an idiot and I should never start a thread ever again? It doesn’t really matter. So I’m broken; or feel broken.
So I picked up the lamp. Put it back on the table. Cleaned up the mess. Then switched it back on. It still worked. Without the pretty decoration. With the bulb exposed. With sharp edges that could cut me. But it was on, brightening the room.
With only half the pretty white decorative shell, it illuminated the room even more.
So my natural tendency is to want to discard myself because I’m not what I think is the perfect human being. To think I’m worthless because I don’t feel whole. I feel like a half, exposed, wrong.
I hope this silly lamp will shine and remind me of this truth every day: Imperfect shines even brighter.
My immediate thought was to buy a new one.
I imagined the whole process: cleaning up the pieces, taking what’s left of it and throwing it in the bin; the other vision was walking down the shop’s isle and buying another. I’m very future oriented so these images did actually flash in my mind. I even felt good about a new item. Perfect. Start over.
But then it dawned on me that this moment was kind of symbolic; it resembled the brokenness - feeling less than human, weird, not normal – I feel in my normal life. The cause is irrelevant for now, but the point is I feel imperfect. Just like this lamp.
So what if I’m not perfect? So what if I’m weird or quiet or awkward or boring? So what if I can’t achieve all my goals? So what if this is a dumb post and everyone will think I’m an idiot and I should never start a thread ever again? It doesn’t really matter. So I’m broken; or feel broken.
So I picked up the lamp. Put it back on the table. Cleaned up the mess. Then switched it back on. It still worked. Without the pretty decoration. With the bulb exposed. With sharp edges that could cut me. But it was on, brightening the room.
With only half the pretty white decorative shell, it illuminated the room even more.
So my natural tendency is to want to discard myself because I’m not what I think is the perfect human being. To think I’m worthless because I don’t feel whole. I feel like a half, exposed, wrong.
I hope this silly lamp will shine and remind me of this truth every day: Imperfect shines even brighter.