Being perfect doesn’t mean everything need to be great


Being perfect doesn’t mean everything need to be greatSometimes perfectness also has a lack in some part and that’s the art of perfectly perfect.

My boss just moved to the new house, it’s really a huge house. The reason for moving was because the house is quite same like their house in France so they like it so much.

If we do a comparative between the old house and the new house, I like the old house much more than the new house.

When my boss told me that they’re going to move and she told me about how is the new house all about. The conversation much more likes this

“There are bathroom in every room, and in the living room and the kitchen also. Great, right! Do you feel exciting to have a room with your own bathroom?” my boss opened the conversation

I was like -_____- (silent for a few minutes)

“Why are you looking like that? You don’t like to have your own bathroom? She continued

“That’s not what I’m thinking (sniggering) it sounds good.” I forced a smile

The real thing that passed in my mind that time was “oh my, it’s nice, but the person who will clean all those bathroom everyday definitely dead” And I feel pity for that person.

We moved not so long after that. She likes the house so much, she even held a party for celebrating the new house. And I try to enjoy the new house (since I never lived in the kind of huge house like that… It’s 16th floor everybody – you hold your eyes over the city)

I found many disappointed part of the new house soon after we were moved. That’s why I love the old house more even there are some parts that I don’t like.

At the old house, the room of my boss is well perfect, the wind comes out so good, no need an air conditioning to feel cold. In the new house, they need to move the bed below the air conditioning, so they would feel cool, and that’s a bad news for the housekeeper because she needs to move the bed to the original place every day. Poor housekeeper!

My room is quite big, but the toilet is not working properly so every time I need to do the number two, I have to run to the downstairs toilet (it already happens a couple times and it sucks)

So I guess, the perfectness isn’t always mean perfect. There are always some sides that have a lack of it, but isn’t it the art of the perfectness?

No matter how perfect you are or something that you have or you do. There is always an imperfect part that teaches us to be thankful and stay on the ground.

That’s why there is a saying “nobody is perfect”

Gosh

I am a language trainer based in Jakarta, Indonesia. I love traveling, like a lot. I enjoy walking around, language immersion in different places, have a cup of coffee at some unfamiliar coffee shop, embrace the history or art in many different museums. I love coming across people and blending with new culture. I like having conversations with new people, blogging the stories and inspire people.

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