Nothing in this world is perfect. While we should all aspire to perfection, to reach it would require one to be omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. My writing can never take into account all perspectives. My singing can never cater to all preferences (or any preferences according to Desirée but I know I can sang).
The other day I heard someone acknowledge Michael Jackson’s talent as a performer but say that he isn’t a fan of his music. Now, if someone can say that, it just goes to prove that even an artist I see as all-encompassing is actually not.
That being said, I don’t write or speak or present to cater to everyone. Last night, in the wake of the terrorist gathering in Charlottesville, I penned a piece that was published by the well-known opinion site Blavity.com, with the knowledge that my perspective, while it may be justified, will not be a popular one across America. Still, I wrote and submitted with hopes of sharing my experience with those who will be able to appreciate it, regardless of race or background. And, while I am a perfectionist, I know it will not be perfect. That doesn’t mean I’m not looking to correct typos or remove flaws during proofreads but I know that, even after being read over a million times, being structurally and grammatically sound, and eloquent, everything I do will always be limited to my purview.
And that’s ok. It’s alright to be imperfect, so long as you’re doing the best you can and serving those people who need your service. It took me a long time to realize that. I cannot save nor speak for the world but I can save and uplift members of the world.
Make doing your best a priority.