I always wanted to be perfect, I thought that if I wasn't perfect then I wasn't good enough. It's taken so many years for me to realise that there is no such thing as perfection - what's perfect to me may not be to you. It's like when people say that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder', perfection is such a personal thing that there is no universalistic definition.
I was striving for something that wasn't attainable and it was destroying me. It's just like the carrot being dangled in front of the donkey's nose - no matter how hard he tries to get at it he just couldn't and instead keeps going on torturing himself.
Rather than trying to live up to other people's ideas of it, why don't you just try to make yourself happy and healthy. At the end of the day you're not living for anyone other than yourself.
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