So when the yoga teacher announced that “I” am perfect, I was startled (btw, the teacher from the video is an awesome yoga teacher, so I am by no means trying to put them down or anything similar, and just in case I will keep their identity anonym). I tried to get back to my Shavasana and finish the practice peacefully and mindfully. My brain would not allowed me to. It kept telling me: “Nope, that’s not true, don’t even think about letting your ego wander in that direction, allowing you to think you are perfect”.
Because the truth of the matter is: no one is perfect, there is not one single human being on this planet who is perfect — and this is not just because perfection is a non-achievable goal but because who is to say what categorises something or someone as perfect? What is perceived as perfect by someone might be thought of as insufficient and imperfect by someone else. Certain scales and scores that have been set to represent perfection (examples include: what is the perfect weight and how to achieve it?, or walking 10’000 steps a day to have the perfect health condition, or even interment fasting, where you eat 8 hours a day and fast for 16 hours for your digesitve system to be in perfect tact; btw I do all of these) have been set by persons, who are subjective. Not because they wanted to be subjective but just because there is not one answer for all. Agreed, most of these scales are based on sound scientific research and are backed by facts, and they are not wrong, but they are not perfect. Perfection can not be achieved using one uniform formula to achieve perfection.
And even if say, in an imaginary world, someone was able to achieve the goal of perfection — what then? What would be next? If one is perfect, there is pretty much nothing else to do, nowhere to go from there….the way I prefer to see it is that no one is perfect and we keep learning and working on ourselves constantly, improving ourselves and getting to know ourselves better. In a way, being perfectly aware and perfectly accepting of your own imperfections makes us human and makes us relatable. And exactly this thought made me get back to my Shavasana during my yoga practice and finish my imperfect practice.