accept imperfection

I’m a perfectionist—what can I say? I hate to accept anything less than perfection from myself. I feel as though I have to look flawless, conduct myself flawlessly, make flawless grades… Unfortunately, that’s just not possible all the time. Rarely is it possible at all. Still, despite it’s rarity and impossibility, I strive for it daily. I demand it in myself, and all too often, in those around me. It’s hard… living up to my own standards. I’ve been lucky enough to find true perfection, a few times, during a few fleeting moments. You wanna know the funny thing? I’ve never found it in myself. Not even close. I see it in others; tiny, evanescent glimmers that remind me that perfection, though exceedingly rare, does exist. I just want to be able to… appreciate it fully when I stumble across it, and not to obsess about it when it’s not fully present. I want to be able to accept imperfection—to embrace the flawed as fully as I do the flawless.

I’m all but perfect. I have already accepted that. I think. What I need to do is accept the little imperfections from my girlfriend. I don’t get it that I have the worst time accepting them when I know that I am far worse.

Perfection’s the problem! Who in the world invented perfection? It doesn’t even exist! My entry is changed to ’’Forget Perfection!!’’ Why do we all think that nothing will ever go wrong? Are we all stupid?

What is perfect to me in life is all the little inperfections of genuine loving caring people in this world :)

It’s worth a try.