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For a long time, I was led to believe that being perfect was the ultimate goal. I can't trace how or why this became part of what I thought was correct.
In any case, it was the pursuit of perfection that has probably caused many people unnecessary stress. Even when I thought it was right, I don't think that I consciously sought for perfection. I always felt that doing my best was what mattered.
When I was in primary school, I remember not feeling confident after an examination. My whole demeanour was affected. Someone, I don't remember who, noticed and asked me why. When I explained the gloom, the person said this, "If you had done your best at that moment, then that is all you need to know". I found those words comforting.
When I was in primary school, I remember not feeling confident after an examination. My whole demeanour was affected. Someone, I don't remember who, noticed and asked me why. When I explained the gloom, the person said this, "If you had done your best at that moment, then that is all you need to know". I found those words comforting.
Today, I saw this image with Paulo Coelho's words and it triggered this memory.
Now I understand why people want that perfect bag or shoe or dress. They long for the perfect partner, with a perfect garden and a perfect house. They dream of a perfect life. It's a perfect plan.
Now I get it. It's a disguise for insecurity. This suddenly makes complete sense to me.
I may not be perfection but I'm normal. There isn't that need to make everything perfect. I'm secure that my imperfection is what makes me unique.
I may not be perfection but I'm normal. There isn't that need to make everything perfect. I'm secure that my imperfection is what makes me unique.
