We are all guilty of the thoughts and motivations of perfection. How do we achieve it? How do we know when we have achieved it? How do we react when we have worked so hard towards that goal and not achieved it?
In writing this post, I, too, have struggled with this very same idealistic mindset. I have worked so hard to achieve perfection and blamed others for not sharing my passion or 'working as hard as I do.' I have pushed people away, because, simply, they are not perfect. Embarrassingly.
During my teens and twenties (which is still hard to believe those times have come and gone), I would seek refuge in Alanis Morissette's, Mary Jane. Actually, during those times, I listened to a lot of music most would call agnst-y. Until a series of unfortunate events took place, I realized that I wasn't going to be perfect. Except, I forgot one thing.
We are perfect just the way we are. As John Legend says - All your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imprecations. Failure to me, meant I failed everything. When put in perspective, you can easily forgive yourself by just letting it go. You can forgive that friend that talked about you behind you back, because they are human and they are imperfectly perfect.
Much of this has to do with expectations. We place expectations on ourselves and others all the time. How should one should act? How does one treat another? What roles do we play to each other? We made this all up to feel safe, to feel in control. Go ahead, look at yourself in the mirror today and tell yourself outloud three times, "I am Perfect."
Afterall, that's how this disbelief came to be that we are not perfect. We say it. We silently think it everytime we look at ourselves. Eventually, we say it enough times - We will believe it.