Yours Truly

I’ve always wanted to be perfect. I’ve never wanted to make mistakes. I’ve been chasing perfection for a painfully long time, and I still haven't caught up. Perfection is always several steps ahead of me. My legs have grown exhausted from running. There are roadblocks at each turn. It’s a marathon that I inevitably fail to win. Why do I keep pursuing it? Is it simply because I’m foolish or is it because I’m deeply insecure? It’s both.

If I’m perfect, everyone will love, respect, and appreciate me, right? I'll be free from judgment. No one will hurt me. Everyone I care about will never abandon me. I'll be successful in every endeavor. I won’t experience disappointment because I’ll be worthy of everything good. Isn’t that what most of us want? Fantasy is always better than reality, even if it rarely makes sense.  

The actuality of life is that I’ll never be perfect, and neither will you. Perfection is unattainable because it doesn’t exist, and it’s for good reason. If we're perfect, there is no room for growth. Growth is one of the most challenging aspects of life, but also one of the most rewarding, so I’ve decided to forgo my desire to be perfect and just be my beautifully flawed self.