He didn't disagree with me, but he seemed to feel that I…
““He didn't disagree with me, but he seemed to feel that I have a perfection complex of some kind. Much talk from him, and quite intelligent, on the virtues of living the imperfect life, of accepting one's own and others' weaknesses. I agree with him, but only in theory. I'll champion indiscrimination till doomsday, on the grounds that it leads to health and a kind of very real, enviable happiness. Followed purely it's the way of the Tao, and undoubtedly the highest way. But for a discriminating man to achieve this, it would mean that he would have to dispossess himself of poetry, go beyond poetry. That is, he couldn't possibly learn or drive himself to like bad poetry in the abstract, let alone equate it with good poetry. He would have to drop poetry altogether. I said it would be no easy thing to do. Dr Sims said I was putting it too stringently – putting it, he said, as only a perfectionist would.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The speaker wrestles with the tension between ideal perfection and the messy reality of human imperfection, questioning whether true happiness requires abandoning artistic sensibility.
In simple terms: Balancing perfection with imperfection is hard; abandoning art may be necessary for pure acceptance.
Accept imperfection without losing creativity.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- personal growth
- creative work
- mental health
- relationship dynamics
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- Can you find joy in flaws while preserving your love for art?
- What limits does strict perfection impose on living?
Perfectionism can stifle artistic appreciation and emotional depth.