Imperfect... but loved

The other day, I paid the optometrist a visit. My eyesight have somehow improved, however, the astigmatism level of my left eye is bits higher now. It's still not serious enough for me to consider wearing special lenses though so I'm relieved but this does mean I have to be extra careful driving at night cause the lights will affect my sight.

Then my sister commented that a friend of hers has just underwent Lasik type surgery to correct her vision. As did countless relatives and friends of ours, why am I not undergoing the same? I did want to... honestly, there was a time when I did. But now that I think about it, it really is just the case of us wanting to appear perfect isn't it? Just like plastic surgery, it creates an image that really isn't.

Why is it that we cannot learn to love what we are, that we yearn to be what we are not, that we want all that we do not have? I suppose that is just human nature, to want to be better and to better ourselves constantly. But where does that all end? A friend once said that he's totally confortable being where and what he is at the moment, he is neither rich nor is he poor, just a normal middle class person like most of us. If he is able to love that fact about himself, why can't the rest of us? Why can't I?

Even so, for all the dreams I have of being someone fabulous, of having greater earning power than I do now. I am glad that I at least love how I look, how I am growing as a person though I do grumble about my height at times ;). So why should I accept the risks of surgery and change my body in whatever way if it is unnessary? Somehow, I like the idea of being imperfect. For our imperfections makes us the unique human beings that we are, the lovable beings that we should be.