In Kafka on the Shore, Kafka is conversing with a man named Oshima about a piano piece. Oshima talked about how many of the most skilled composers would try their hand at recreating the piece but would fail because they would always mess up on a few parts. Then the secret was unveiled that the specific piece was made to be imperfect.
As I ponder that, it makes perfect sense. Imperfection inspires people more than perfection. Being imperfect leads people to work harder until they get as close as possible to it, like the composers who tried to play the piece.
In another view, imperfection can lead us to being ok with who we are, while striving for perfection can lead us to madness. When people realize that they are not perfect and that their flaws make them who they are, they seem to be more accepting of themselves. Sometimes the chase for perfection can make you lose yourself. Trying to attain something that is impossible is strenuous.
In a way, there is a beauty in being imperfect. It makes you more attractive in a sense, than what is perfect.
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