Photo Credits go to my uber cool friend Ayomide Onasanya
A few months ago, I decided to make a rather abrupt and somewhat unusual investment, purchasing a second hand camera with no particular purpose in sight. Feeling creatively stifled and compelled to do something somewhat irrational to rectify the creative obscurity in my life, I decided to abandon all logic (like the fact that I knew absolutely NOTHING about cameras) and opted to indulge my creative lustings to take pictures much like the one’s that I’d occasionally stalk on Instagram.
Not a single moment of regret permeated through my mind, not even when my concerned yet cute father couldn’t figure out why I would’ve spent my own money on a camera as opposed to saving it (as if I’ve ever mastered the art of saving). Amidst the spontaneous, yet serendipitous moments that led to me meeting more like-minded creative people and an even MORE serendipitous moment that led to me actually buying the camera, I found excitement for a passion I didn’t even know I had. The irony in life is that more often than not, the unplanned, somewhat unanticipated decisions we make in life can be the exact steps in the right direction that we needed.
With that being said, the somewhat inevitable lull that comes after a spike of excitement came over me much like an imperfectly placed cloud on the perfectly blue sky. Where abstract photographs and imperfectly placed objects formed the basis of my images, I found myself annoyingly cognizant and constantly obsessed with trying to find the perfect picture. Yes, that’s right. Where imperfection formed the basis of my passion, I found myself seeking the perfect angle, the perfect focus and the perfect outcome, inadvertently finding myself perfectly annoyed with myself for not attaining that somewhat unrealistic goal set.
Recently, I’ve come to realise that perfection is not only completely unrealistic, it also happens to be the perfect enemy to anything that is creative or simply in existence in a beautifully imperfect world. In a world where stationery stores sell amazingly marketed products such as day planners, which can sometimes frustrate you upon the realisation that half of the list hasn’t been completed as planned, and in a world where the same marketers sell great products that promise perfection upon the very first use of it, it is only a natural consequence that perfection has become the goal, nothing less. The irony is that in chasing the promise of something unattainable, we inevitably find ourselves chasing frustrations and feelings of inadequacy, simply based on the fact that nothing ever seems like it’s enough.
It was at that very point, amidst the frustration of never quite getting that perfect picture, perfectly planner out day or even perfectly written blog post that I decided to stop pursuing perfection. Some of the most beautiful things in the world are premised on being imperfect, merely because they are representative of what is real, and quite unapologetic in nature. I can’t say that I have mastered the pursuit of NOT pursuing perfection as yet, and even though I am convinced that I will have to remind myself daily using a fancy day planner (see what I did there?), I know now that perfection is a fallacy. And with that piece of knowledge, a HUGE sigh of relief and my camera still in my hand, I look forward to taking perfectly imperfect shots at life (the pun was definitely intended there).
Embrace your imperfections