This past week I have awoke at the crack of dawn to the sound of hammers, saws, and shovels. While its not usually my favorite way to wake up in the morning this particular circumstance had its merits. Aside from not being a late riser or lazy bum it also opened my eyes to an alternative lifestyle. A lifestyle that I am not often exposed to in my little bubble of perfectly mowed lawns and expensive cars. What these Honduran workers were doing is not really important. Rather, it was what I could learn from them in regards to the type of life they are leading. Typically, I try and hold myself to very high standards of appearance and performance. The reason being is simply because it tends to be a standard norm among wealthier communities. Most people do because they think that it’s the “right” thing.
These workers, like many people in their profession had a shoddy appearance, long working hours, and seemingly harsh and physically demanding working conditions. Upon first inspection one would think that these individuals would be some of the unhappiest people around. However, often times this is quite the contrary. These guys were actually some of the friendliest and happiest people I have yet to meet. But how? Perhaps it’s something about building things with your hands. Being able to see the progress as your sweat and blood equates into a magnificent structure. Or perhaps it’s the fact that you are making a noticeable difference in the world aside from adding a few extra dollars to a company’s bottom line on an accounting statement. While this could certainly play a part, I suspect it goes a little bit deeper than this.
You see. They didn’t have expensive clothes, their cars were scratched and beaten, and they certainly were not the richest people around. But they didn’t care if things weren’t “perfect”. They were used to things the way they were. I like to compare this instance to when I bought my first car. For years I put tons of effort into making sure it was immaculately clean. After all, I had an image to maintain. It had to be no less than perfect. However, little did I know that to achieve perfection was impossible. No matter how much I cleaned and polished my car it would never be PERFECT. There would always be that small irreparable scratch on the hood or that leaf that tarnished the paint the moment it hit the clear coat. You see, life isn’t perfect. But for some of us we want it to be. We try harder and harder to perfect everything we have. Our grades, our income, our houses, cars, teeth, the list goes on. And when we never really get it absolutely perfect (which happens 100% of the time), it irritates us. We are left unsatisfied. We are unable to meet our ridiculous expectations.
So what did I do? I actually stopped cleaning my car. Instead of keeping it near immaculate I can now accept the fact that my car isn’t perfect, nor should it be. I also stopped trying to make other things in my life perfect as well. And you know what? Now every single expectation of mine is met. That’s not to say that I don’t still accomplish things. Not only do I have more satisfaction, but I also save a ton of time to work on other more important endeavors.
We often think that not allot can be learned from an immigrant worker, but in this situation I beg to differ. Their shovels filled with dirt and sweat running down their brows tells us that life isn’t perfect, it’s messy. But you know what, through all the mess they still managed to do it with a smile. In the end, that’s what matters the most. “We should find perfect existence through imperfect existence”