"My father believed that man by nature was a mess and had fallen from an original state of grace."
This is an excerpt of an excerpt, but the body is here and I agree with Mr Maclean. In a world where pace is set by the next best and the need to be seen and validated on social media. A world where friends are virtual and not literal, I look at myself.
I'm a husband, a father a friend and a fisherman and not particularly astounding in any of the aforementioned areas. I stumble, I fall and I will continue to do this because I am a man who is flawed and that's okay. I believe that perfection in a human is a laughable notion and there is little to no perfection in the world, but who of us haven't sat in the drift boat or on the bank or while wading in our favorite stretch of water and honestly breathed in our surroundings and said to ourselves "This is perfect".
It is in these moments that I believe we have true clarity, we see things in the light of what they are and who we are and it is our "Perfection". No clicks, no shares, no comments needed....it is also in these moments where our souls are refueled and minds refreshed and that give us that energy to move on in our daily life and face all of the daily imperfections that surrounds us.
If this resonates with you, I hope you'll stop now again and re-evaluate your "Perfection" and you'll define it by your meter and not by what Facebook or Instagram or the various other social platforms that have seemingly re-defined what and why we are. I am gonna sit in a drift boat this weekend with a forecast that is certainly not "Perfect" to say the least and I;m going to recount fish landed, fish missed and continue to ponder why we have never caught a fish in that spot.."It just looks so, Trouty" with my best friend and I am going to exist in my "Perfection".
Jeff
