This is a reminder to myself: Just because you slip up, just because you didn’t do something exactly how you wanted, just because you didn’t succeed today, does NOT mean you’ve failed. Failing would be giving up simply because I wasn’t perfect. And you know what? Nobody is perfect. No situation is perfect. Life in itself thrives off imperfection. It was that first imperfection through mutation of genes that took single celled organisms and had them evolve. Through mistakes come change, and without change, there would be no life. Life is simply the constant fluctuations of matter. If there were no change, there would be no life.
So why am I terrified of change? Why do I want to do things ‘perfectly’ all the time?
In wanting perfection, I’m actually wanting to do the same thing over. And over. And over again. And is that ‘thing’ something I enjoy doing, something that I chose myself?
Usually, it’s not. It’s something that has been conditioned into me as the expectation.
When we want to be perfect, what we’re really aiming for is subjection and repetition.
And that is not life