For the days when I forget. When it feels easier to beat yourself up for not being perfect, than to remember that there is no perfect.
Instead, there is striving, there is trying, there is consistency, discipline, and hope. All of which, even when 100% present, will not give us perfection.
But will surely lead to improvement. And perhaps that truly is a more realistic, and better goal… than the dead-end of perfection.
Just to drive the point home. Again.
And we are a part of nature, aren’t we?
This thought came to me one day, when I was contemplating about my relationship with perfection. How it is my motivation and yet my bane. How it brings me so much pleasure yet suffering.
And I thought: Maybe this is simply the way life is. All we will ever have are glimpses of perfection. To expect Perfection to be a constant state would be the same as a person wanting to live forever. It simply does not happen that way. The roller coaster of Life simply does not function according to such laws.
So yes, all we might ever have, even after endless striving, may just be glimpses of perfection. But knowing that that is ok, that it is normal, might be just the key to contentment and peace within.