This morning I’ll let Walt Whitman make my point:
There was never any more inception than there is now.
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now.
Ordinary perfection is when we stop comparing “what is” with “what should be” and we notice “what is” in all its perfectly imperfect suchness.
So, I’ll answer my original question (of “What is ordinary perfection?”) with a counter-question: What isn’t?!
Indeed, what isn’t ordinary perfection? Ordinary perfection isn’t that idealistic, theoretical, unattainable perfection that many of us have wasted our lives chasing. Ordinary perfection is the perfection of all that is now, including you. Yes, you.
Present Perfect (Somov, 2010)
Walt Whitman/Songs of Myself