"As Schopenhauer says, when you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you are into it, it’s a mess: just one surprise after another. Then, later, you see it was perfect."
Weird. When I look back on my life, I see blunders, randomness and missed opportunities. There's a great deal that I would change if I could do it over. I'd have thought that was the same for most people.
No action is truly perfect, or without blunders. Every choice one makes is a unique expression of one's being in this universe, and all actions have consequences. You alone are the actor of that fantastically unique path. So the "perfection" is to be seen, later, in retrospect, how no one else but you traveled that path that led you to this moment.
I hope I did justice to it. I myself am retraining my thinking to be more aligned with the Buddhist and absurdist philosophy. 30 years of an Abrahamic religion can have some serious and long-lasting hang overs.
So a long series of blunders and mistakes results in perfection, because that was the only way that the final state could have been achieved? Regardless of how imperfect and undesirable the final state may be? I think this is a use of the word "perfect" that I'm not familiar with.
Weird. When I look back on my life, I see blunders, randomness and missed opportunities. There's a great deal that I would change if I could do it over. I'd have thought that was the same for most people.