Always when you work something, everything you do should not be perfect, on the contrary, your work should have a little imperfection in it. It is also valid in creation, in art, in architecture, etc.
This is the charm of work. You learn from mistakes. You can’t do everything perfectly. It would take too long, and some aspects matter too little, not being visible.
The finality is more important than how a thing, a fact, a work of art or of any other nature came out. It can also be translated as we are with these we are marching. I mean, let’s do it in the end regardless of whether it turns out well, very well, or not so well. The important thing is to get out. That is, as they say to stick the flag.
Not all domains lend themselves to gross. Some require finesse, precision. I give as an example the digging of a trench – it does not have to be perfectly geometric since it is processed further with other material, e.g., cement, which requires more careful processing, more precision, for a pleasant, or at least non-deformed appearance.
The idea behind this article started from an accident when I was working in construction. We were digging a trench, with a pickaxe, we were removing the soil with a shovel. A colleague also dug but perfectly as if it had been drawn with a ruler, the edges perfectly straight, the bottom of the trench perfectly smooth, the vertical sides perfectly smooth, as if it were a work of art.
The boss at the time scolded him saying that he was too much of a perfectionist and that there was no need for a simple ditch that would later be filled with gravel and cement and that no one would ever see the inside of to be so straight. The idea behind it was that it took up too much time working on a simple ditch, which as I said was going to be filled and was not on the visible side.
He pointed to me as a good example who was digging as hard as I could, and I thought it was important to get the job done. Somehow it was putting me in a shadow cone. I was still going to be fired, although that probably couldn’t happen because I was working like a slave at the pyramids.
The thing came out, and that was the most important thing.
While searching for perfection we may fall short of…. let’s call it the end of the line. We go as best we can, more in three wheels, metaphorically speaking, more with the soft tire, we inflate it on the road, if we make it, we walk, if we get tired, we take a means of transport, just to get to…the flag.
Once we arrive, we celebrate, catch our breath, eat a piece of pita, drink a mouthful of water, then move on to others, or our homes, setting new goals. Or to be lazy. Until new challenges arise.