We are worried and held down by this sense of perfection. Everyone feels that they have to be perfect. But also, people think that they can find the "perfect" someone. It does not exist. Perfection is as real as unicorns... If we lost this senseless quest for perfectionism would we find happiness? Is happiness sitting behind this faux shroud of perfect. When we let the blindfold drop from our eyes will we be facing a life where everything makes sense or at least in the sense that nothing makes sense. If we allow ourselves to be ourselves and we allow others to be themselves then can we begin to live a satisfactory life. The shedding of the perfection-scales has to be freeing. We will open our lungs- draw in the air -and for the first time know that we can be what the world needs us to be. Not perfect but our flawed selves.
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