I am a burden to myself. I disable myself from the ability to ascend above and beyond. I debilitate my actions to propel myself into an outcome of my taste. Oh how I despise the human error itself. I am so tired of myself or should I say I am so sick of humans.
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Perfection is fleeting, existing only in brief moments here and there. What a spectacle it is to behold when we find it! No matter how much we want or will or strive, it is fleeting.
Striving for perfection is one thing, expecting it? Well, that’s quite another.
There can be beauty in brokenness as well: cracks and fissures provide safe haven for delicate moss, eg.
Our mistakes can propel us to new ways of approaching a problem, creative solutions, entirely new directions.
That being said, I do understand not being able to get there from here. It’s a matter of strength, of will, of perseverance, and of the belief that we can change, that we do matter, that the hope is worth the pain it takes to continue.