Do not let them

I just had a fight with a person I really love. It was not the first one, it won't be the last one, but it hurt like never before.
Last Saturday I argued with a person I really appreciate. I do not love her, but she's not indifferent to me. I want to be okay with her, and it hurt me when I did not get it.
The same day, I had a huge fight with an amazingly important person in my life. The one who made posible for me to be writing this now, because she gave me a laptop and even my hands.
They all have in common that we argued, that they are women and that, somehow, more or less, I love them in different ways. They also hurt me and I hurt them. The problem is that, without trying, without even imagining it, they also made me wonder... 'What if I'm wrong?', 'What if the way I think is not logical, or valid?'.
They made me doubt of myself.
It hurt even more than the fight itself, because fighting for something and realizing afterwards that the pain has been useless, that you had caused troubles and made a mistake, meant that the mistake was you. That you had to change. And it hurt.
Luckily, I could talk to one of the women I argued with and we fixed it. She made me feel better and reminded me that we all share different points of view, and that they collide sometimes. When it happens, we have to look not for the guilty person, but for the wrong view. And I've been trying to open my eyes, but they're already open.

Galatea de las Esferas, by Salvador Dalí

"We don't see things the way they are but the way we are"

I don't know whose phrase it is, but my father told me and since that day I always try to remember it. It's obvious for everyone that we all live in a shared world, but instead of agreeing to everything, we fight and have different opinions. Different points of view.

To the question 'What do you see in the painting?', there are infinite posible answers. I can't even imagine all of them, just a few such as 'A woman', 'Several spheres', 'Both', 'Just a painting by Dalí'... Some people will like it, some will love it, some will simply hate it, there will be an amount of people who won't give a damn about all of this. We do not think the same way, not even close, and that is where I want to get.

We have never seen Dalí's picture. He painted it, he created it and he might have not seen it as well. Galatea de las Esferas has never been really seen by anyone, because its amount of colours, shapes, lights and shadows, lines,... they have been looked at by subjective human beings who can't get rid of their innate subjectivity - forgive the redundancy. It is no one's fault, but the truth is I can see things in that painting that you are most likely not to see, and vice versa. We look at the things under our point of view, our preconceived ideas, our experiences and who we are. We make the things we see similar to us.

This conclusion is not always well received. If we think life is not worth it, what does it say about ourselves? Truth is not ugly, but the fact that we don't want to accept we are is.

One more point before I end this publication: this whole 'point of view' and 'seeing' stuff has reminded me to the phrase 'I see you' from Avatar by James Cameron. It sounded as if the Na'Vi were eliminating their own subjectivity to actually see the other and real person behind it. I like it.

Presentation

I don't really know what am I doing here.

This blog is called "Pure, perfect" because those two words are the ones I wish that could describe myself. Some people think we're all already perfect because we're unique, and some others believe perfection cannot be reached - not by us, at least. My opinion is that everyone can create something perfect. And I understand that something perfect is something pure, without any additions that might toxify its essence.

About my name, it means "Imperfect" in Spanish. And what a better word to describe myself than that?

And I think that's it for now. Feel free to read, ask and love this humble blog.

-Imperfecta