The definition of perfection is to be in a condition that is flawless. Not only does that sound awful, it’s unrealistic. Correct me if I’m wrong, but flawlessness, unless we’re referring to a piece of fine China, sounds like it would be unbearably boring. Especially when it comes to life, there’s no such thing as perfection.
So many people spend their lives changing what they believe to be perfection, and they end up chasing butterflies. They want to have the perfect body, the perfect partner, the perfect career, the perfect life. It’s all subjective. Perfect in relation to whose standard? They end up wasting time and forgetting to do what makes them happy.
There’s no such thing as the *perfect* boob size, boyfriend, job, etc.
Perfection doesn’t apply to human terms. Anyone who tells you otherwise is full of shit. It would serve you better to explore the improvements you’ve chosen to make, rather than what you perceive to be acceptable because of how you’ve adapted to the world around you. Don’t direct your standards at being free of flaws, direct them toward consistently becoming the best version of yourself.
Leave the cookie cutters in your kitchen. There’s nothing wrong with you because you don’t want to fit into some mold everyone’s been talking about. If you refuse to be like everyone else – if you feel like no one understands you, it’s because you’re writing your own story without using the outline everyone else has, and that’s not just OK, that’s AMAZING!
People Who Seek Perfection Have Not Experienced Authenticity
It’s so much easier to follow the herd, even when you feel unfulfilled. I did it for a while. I worked the nine-to-five grind, doing my best to do right by people, but I never felt like I made an impact on anyone’s life. I never once walked away from my job feeling like I contributed. I only walked away with a few bucks in my pocket.
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