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.
Still working on it – especially the “yourself” part.
So I recently found myself in a situation where I wasn’t quite sure what kind of courage I needed to show, or for what reason I needed to show the courage for.
Unfortunately I took the easy way out and kept quiet, neither fighting for myself nor others. And came to regret it, a little bit.
Learning in progress. Work in progress. Always in progress.
Every once in a while, I go back to some old journals, and never fail to be amazed by what I find.
Did I really think that way? Did I really write these things?
It’s always a useful glimpse into the past, present, and even the future. Because I am then reminded that even this “mind”, which we think is our constant, this “me” that we think has always been consistent…
Are far from it.
And the journey of knowing and changing continues.
Because money is cheap, and time is expensive.
Trying to wrap my head around this one.
Maybe not being so fixated on some things can help it naturally emerge better…