In the future we will celebrate imperfection

Because humanity is imperfection!

Done by me, Daria. Thought about, wrote it, illustrated it. Emerged from my purest human being-ness.

I have so much going on in my mind, what I could write about & share with you…

• it could be my experiences of my first 108 hour fasting experiment.

• it could be the breakthrough I had, realizing why I refused to be an Artist.

• it could be the amazing art workshop I did & the subsequent program I signed up for.

• it could be my recent struggles to be a too-open, & too-honest & too-authentic human being.

• it could be my emerging thoughts about language, words, writing & punctuation.

• it could be my recent winter hike trip adventure to Norway.

• it could also be all the technical messes I experienced this week, which I guess would be the least interesting to do, to be honest.

• I could also throw in some interesting science or business-related things…

…but I don’t want to write about any of these, not today.

Instead, what I will ramble-on about today, and I say “ramble-on” on purpose, is:

Imperfection. Miss-takes. Typoos. Flaws. Failures.

Mostly because I am tired of perfection, certain appearances, fake masks, dishonesty, and covering things up. It tires me out physically.

So I need to let it out of my system and I will use this newsletter for it.

In case you subscribed to get science and art news, they will come in the near future, no worries ;).

But today’s newsletter is specifically addressed to every human being, the core of who you are.

No matter if you are an engineer, a teacher, a scientist, a business owner or whatever else. Maybe you find yourself in something I describe, maybe not.

The point is to connect, nothing more, nothing less.

• I am flawed, full of weirdnesses & imperfections.

• I throw typos around, I fail with my words, sentences, even business ideas sometimes.

• I try & error, I play & succeed, or fail.

• Every day, non-stop.

• I also don’t look perfect.

• I have blond hair, which means my eyebrows are almost invisible.

• I don’t even have the usual 10 fingers and 10 toes! More specifically: I have 8.3 fingers and 4 toes in total.

• My nose is a bit tilted too and when I exercise, my head turns into a tomato.

• I often run around like a headless chicken, not because I am stressed, but because I wander around, floating around in my thoughts & feelings.

• I say weird shit sometimes. Things like: “I feel what my dog wants to say.”

• I do weird things, like living on my balcony in the summer.

• Or I refuse to wear headphones, or I read a book while walking.

• I also like to touch everything I see, in nature, in stores.

All these things I do, because I am a living being, a human.

The species of Homo sapiens.

I speak, I hear, I taste, I touch, I smell, I perceive others energies, I embrace my surroundings invisibly, I experience everything around me. I feel it physically.

And I don’t care if I look weird living my human-being-ness.

I don’t care if I make a miss-take, type a TyPo, or many tYpOs.

I couldn’t care less if I mess up & learn, cos I tried.

I also don’t mind sharing these failures, mistakes, and messes. On the contrary!

In a world where appearances become more and more polished & perfect, idealized and shiny, faking a mask & deceiving others: I want to stand on the rooftop & shout:

“I AM IMPERFECT! LOOK AT MY MESS!!! Maybe you wanna join?!”

Just writing this, causes a big relief inside of me.

This is what I have found with writing: it helps me process my inner world, my perceptions, thoughts & feelings.

If I would outsource it, it would rob me of all these.

It would take away part of who I am as a human being & I would degrade.

The question is: degrade into what? I wouldn’t die, so what would I become?

A walking lump of cells, held together by muscles, bones, fascia, organs and my skin?

A shell of a human being, using technology to go around the world, interact with it and let it do everything for me?

That sounds sad. I don’t want that.

This means: I will keep on throwing out my imperfect self into the world!

Not caring, not being bothered, connecting to people through trust & honesty & building bonds that are stronger and last longer than any artificial fake-ness.

That’s it for today. My ramble-on is over :)

In case you are one of the new subscribers here: I warmly welcome you to my imperfect, human Daria-world:

Where every newsletter is a surprise kinder-egg.

Sometimes it’s about human-life-ramblings, sometimes about science, art, business or entrepreneurship, and sometimes just interesting thoughts & experiences.

I love having you here & I would love it even more so, if you share one imperfect human-ness aspect of yourself. No shame, you are in great company ;)!

Love,
Daria

Again: done by me Daria, my imperfect self, emerged from my brain, executed by my 8,3 fingered hands.