“Look at the orange and purple here,” Rolly smiles as he points to a couple of odd splotches in the painting.
“Are they mistakes?” I ask. “Those are weird places to put those colors.”
He laughs. “When you look up close, you’d think those colors have no business being there. But step back and tell me what you see.”
He holds the book across the room.
“It’s perfect.” I say, marvelling at the Rembrandt painting that almost looks like a photograph.
“It’s the imperfections that make it perfect.” Uncle Rolly says. “All those little things that you’d think are wrong or mistakes up close. When you step back all you can see is the masterpiece – perfect in all it’s imperfection.”
“People are like that.” he says. “Perfect in all their imperfection.”
The phrase sticks with me. It has become an anchor when I’m frustrated with someone, or wanting to make them wrong is some way. That they are perfect in all their imperfection.
And for that matter, so am I. I can forgive myself for getting myself in this mess.
The next time you’re stopped by a frustrating situation, consider how it could be perfect.
I promise you will see something new.