Did you know that the very idea of perfection annoys the hell out of me?
Let me explain: I’ve lived with a person who wanted nothing but perfection from me. If things don’t go perfectly, people around me get angry and destructive. There is no such thing.
I’m not perfect. Nothing is. Gods aren’t perfect, if you follow old mythologies on them. The very idea of perfection can’t exist. because that means having no flaws, which for the human race, isn’t possible, and like it or not, we’re all fucking human.
You’re not perfect.
You’re not a god.
You’re not above anyone.
You’re someone trying to survive.
Be better than yourself, but never aim for perfection. I don’t mean for this post to drag anyone down (especially after not posting yesterday)…but I’m telling you all–perfection as definition, is unobtainable. Something very hard I have to deal with in life these days.