Perfection Is A Drug And We’re All Addicted


Perfection is an odd creature because it is best understood in the context of composition. We all think we know what perfection is. However, each person has their own definition of what perfection means  to them. It’s a personalized understanding. We treat perfection like it’s a collective opinion, despite only being a self-created subjective opinion. People who say they know what perfection is, describe it as if it can be manifested into some tangible thing. So what is it and why can’t it be simply defined? Is it a superficial means of perfection such as hair, clothing, wealth, and appearance? Is it a qualitative perfection such as academics, achievements and character? Perfection can’t be defined because it’s abstract feeling.

Perfection is free. People might pay money to alter themselves to “fix their flaws” and become their own version of perfection, but that’s their choice. Regardless, they’re still chasing the feeling of perfection. Now more than ever, perfection is an easy rush to chase because we know how to find it. Our idealized version exists in the palm of our hands. We enable it while pretending to be above it. It’s the perfect cycle.

We strive to be the closest version of perfection that the individual has created and yet we have no idea what that even means. We think we do, and that’s the difference. So, we go on impulse. We judge based upon what we see and not what people can do, because it’s easier.

Perhaps, the saddest part is that most people refuse to accept a version of perfect that makes sense to the individual. A version that accepts flaws. A real and rational interpretation of perfection. Sometimes that definition is irrational and outrageous as a direct result of our surroundings. We can be taught to believe that perfection can exist within a set of qualities that we decide or we can be taught that it’s a list physical attributes.

There’s no correct way to be the perfect version of yourself because no human is completely perfect. We crave the aftermath of perfection. The moment in between posting and the first few likes, when our content is just existing. The more likes, the more validation. We come addicted to this digital rush of adrenaline because it’s exactly like a high.