”How come you never got married, Nasruddin?” asked his friend at one point.
”Well,” Nasruddin said, “to tell you the truth, I spent my youth looking for the perfect woman. In Cairo, I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, with eyes like dark olives, but she was unkind. Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no interests in common. One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing. Then one day, I met her. She was beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had everything in common. In fact, she was perfect.”
”Well,” said Nasruddin’s friend, “What happened? Why didn’t you marry her?”
Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively. “Well,” he replied, “It’s a sad thing. Seems she was looking for the perfect man.”
PONDER AND CONSIDER
In any partnership and any serious relationship, it does not take long to realize that no one is perfect.
- What if it is in accepting each other’s imperfections that we eventually become more whole and complete, and in that sense, perfect?
- What would happen if instead of looking for perfection we start looking for a blessing?