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Pursuit Of Perfection

(August 2010)

The desire for perfection defines the persona that slaves my consciousness all this time. It´s not easy to deal with the mindset that constantly looks for something beyond standards. Just like how the balance of nature works, a perfectionist world has its bright and dark sides. There was a point not long ago that I was about to give up the legacy which my most admired grandma passed on to the family. Her rule for perfection is so much pain that no one escapes. She can tame the most undisciplined member of the family like me for one being considered as the black sheep back in my early days. Now in my time, having her strong influence in my system becomes another persons´ misery. My children get emotional when I impose my will, I appear pretty obsessive and compulsive to others, and it´s practically stressful when applied to my professional life. It is not easy to push further to give extra effort only to make constant perfect scenario. These are the reasons why I wanted out of the ambit anymore.

As I was going to say enough, I happen to meet interesting personalities who are far way more perfectionist than me and yet far way too successful on their own respective fields as well. Nature seems to tell me: “Hey wait! The coincidence is sending a message. Instinct is something I do not listen to before, but this time I´ll be obedient. I genuinely trust its purpose this on because life has been so good lately – so here I am pursuing back perfection.

Meanwhile, this mind condition I believe can deliver infinite benefits when applied in whichever area of life. Results can come dramatic in the work output aspect – making way to standout against the growing competition of crew in the yacht industry sector. Vigilance on “attention to detail” is one aspect that is critically looked at in today´s crew selection trend. Aside from profession and careers, a big profit can really be gained when perfection becomes our way of life; logically because surrounding people develop a certain degree of respect which will definitely work on your advantage. You will be regarded with class which is a healthy morale booster.

Perfectionists vividly think before reacting to ensure his defense or offense works perfectly because he constantly desires to be logical. He is conscious and careful with words and watches his total demeanor, organized and poised, cleans up the way as he go, appreciative but on a thanking level only because he does not want to over boost others people´s confidence for him to remain on the top spot. He believes that “Action speaks louder than words”, and would prefer to be perfect with his results rather than to waste time executing perfect dialogues while delivering a task. He thinks that it is suave to impress by unveiling unexpected results in a quiet manner smooth and cool.

Being one of them, I learn something along the way which finetunes the dissonance of perfection. I used to overly communicate and communicate to establish good relationships with colleagues especially with superiors before…But I shut a bit off lately just to avoid getting too close so they would have reservations in their approach – bordering respect in between the gap, that makes the job easier. Less words, less promises equals less mistakes, less expectations. You become unpredictable – that works on your advantage in the boat environment. Don´t make promises to impress or be loud about your capabilities, it only creates high expectation which instantly becomes your obligation to comply – when you fail to deliver, in a snap of finger you´ll look stupid to them – and that´s not perfect at all.

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