The pursuit of perfection is killing your life force
I have been thinking a lot about perfection lately.
Perfection: killer of life force.
Perfection: keeping us in boxes.
Perfection: not allowing our human breathing room.
Perfection: the binary of life, the false dichotomy of good/bad, right/wrong, yes/no.
What if the need for everything to be perfect is actually just a control pattern masked as a desire for things to be pristine so you don’t have to face the deeper pain beneath a flawless exterior?
In my experience, it has been.
Much of my life has been spent trying to avoid being seen as “bad” and “wrong”, and part of this avoidance was getting caught in the trap of perfectionism.