Perfection.
Perfection has never been quite the reality for me. Attempting to pursue a bit of perfection these 2 weeks, I have already inflicted much pain on myself and others through depression and anger.
There's just too much to do, to change and to make up for, for my life is simply a tad bit too far from perfection. I'm not meaning its screwed up, but my style of living doesn't match that of a perfect lifestyle.
I'm envious. I'm envious of those whom I think have perfect lifestyles. But really, I realise I had never quite seen past the superficial aspects to assess the price I have to pay for it and perfection's shortcomings. See, perfection is never quite perfect. There is never an end point in perfection. In that sense, you can never perfect perfection, so f*** practice makes perfect. Practice at best, only makes you less terrible at things you do.
After all, it's someone else's life that I'm admiring. Exactly how much do I know about their life to claim that it's perfect? I'm afraid the pasture on the other side of the valley is always greener. Life's too short to live someone else's life, so live your own.
So, I'm going to put an end to this chapter of suffering. Blinded by perfection, I've been unnecessarily tormented and placed out of my own life. But that's just like me, so easily swayed by the greed to compare and improve.
I'm a small boy in this huge world and I might have chosen something that can't be chased down to chase this time round. The chase ends today.
Perfection has never been quite the reality for me. Attempting to pursue a bit of perfection these 2 weeks, I have already inflicted much pain on myself and others through depression and anger.
There's just too much to do, to change and to make up for, for my life is simply a tad bit too far from perfection. I'm not meaning its screwed up, but my style of living doesn't match that of a perfect lifestyle.
I'm envious. I'm envious of those whom I think have perfect lifestyles. But really, I realise I had never quite seen past the superficial aspects to assess the price I have to pay for it and perfection's shortcomings. See, perfection is never quite perfect. There is never an end point in perfection. In that sense, you can never perfect perfection, so f*** practice makes perfect. Practice at best, only makes you less terrible at things you do.
After all, it's someone else's life that I'm admiring. Exactly how much do I know about their life to claim that it's perfect? I'm afraid the pasture on the other side of the valley is always greener. Life's too short to live someone else's life, so live your own.
So, I'm going to put an end to this chapter of suffering. Blinded by perfection, I've been unnecessarily tormented and placed out of my own life. But that's just like me, so easily swayed by the greed to compare and improve.
I'm a small boy in this huge world and I might have chosen something that can't be chased down to chase this time round. The chase ends today.
