Gads, I am an impatient old broad. Let’s start with Amazon. Since writing my book “Meet Me Under The Eiffel Tower” I find that I have had nuttin’ but problems with Amazon on every level. Who is running the show there, anyway? At one time I had eleven five star reviews on Amazonlisted under the book. Last week ten reviews showed; now they have eight. They have actually removed three of my five star reviews. How frustrating is that?
This brings up a point. How much imperfection is accepted in our daily lives? Do you find yourself frustrated with people, events and organizations such as Amazon that you have no control over? Well, I do! Why, (as it has been suggested) , can’t I perfect my imperfect self more to accept others imperfections? It feels like an oxymoron. An interesting quote:
|“A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.”
— Haruki Murakami
So, is old Haruki suggesting that in doing business with Amazon and accumulating (and accepting) their endless mistakes, I am perfect?. Or that Amazon, in endlessly making mistakes, is attaining their own perfection?
I wonder what everyone else does to get through the daily imperfections in their lives other than rendering a prayer for patience to the Only Thing That Is Perfect or to pray for those who are more imperfect than I am…oh, did I just admit to being imperfect?! Yikes. I have to go back and change that. It’s a typo, folks…just a typo (my computer is imperfect, too)!
I think I need a drink. . . it’s cocktail time somewhere in the world, isn’t it?
PS If you have read and enjoyed the book go up on Amazon and put up a five star review. Merci beaucoup.