“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
I’ve been thinking about this phrase for the past few hours and how it might apply to us as human beings.
No-one is perfect. No-one is immune to the bullets of life’s loaded gun. Yet how do we know when something is sufficiently damaged to require fixing? And once fixed, how do we define the boundaries between healthy and unwell? Is there such a crude division of wellbeing?
The most important lesson to remember when discussing mental health and wellbeing is this: life is a continuum. There are highs, and there are lows. What works at one point in our lives may fade and falter in the next. Rather than seeing such setbacks as permanent failure, we must build upon these experiences and piece back together these broken fragments of change.
This leads me onto my next point: can we ever truly be mended? I don’t think this is possible. To know if something has been fixed, we require an objective notion of perfection. In a world where time is not static and dreams are laced with subjectivity, utopia can never be concrete.
What am I getting at with this message? Well, in a world of drive, strive and want, we are constantly searching for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Society expects us to seek and desire. If something’s not good enough, why isn’t it good enough? What can be done to make it better? How can we get more, do more, see more? The problem is, life will vanish in an instant if we become all-consumed with this notion of ‘the perfect life’. There is no such thing. It is what we make of life’s opportunities that will lead us closer towards a world of broken perfection. And that’s a beautiful thing.
My conclusion is this: We are all broken. We will all need fixing. But it’s path we take when fixing these broken fragments of our lives that lead us to a life of true fulfilment and wellbeing. It just takes time to accept that broken perfection is, in fact, the greatest journey of all.