I’m leaving perfection behind.
This is not an assertion; it’s an observation.
It’s been a gradual process.
I had a drive to find perfection; I failed. After repeatedly hitting my brain against a brick wall, I gradually recognized the flaw in my thinking.
Life is just a messy endeavor.
Seeking perfection was a way to keep hoping for a better, shinier life. One without so much mess and pain and confusion and uncertainty.
But that life doesn’t exist. And it’s somewhat less painful and confusing if you give up trying to get that shiny life and live in the present, content with the moment in front of you.
That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t clean up messes. Clean is good. Shiny is nice. Just don’t expect some kind of permanent clean and shiny. It won’t happen. And that’s OK.
