Perfectionism.
One of my biggest vices.
It doesn't paralyze my life. Only commentates on the things I do and who I am.
Nothing's good enough, meaning I'm not good enough.
Perfection is like infinity. You can try to approach it, but never touch it.
Perfectionism is the sick attempt to get there. To taste the end of the universe.
Then there's the search for recognition. Seeking approval and acceptance outside of yourself. As if someone else may say, "Yes, you are perfect. A wonder. A beautiful marvel." And then all will be well in your life.
All can be well, but only if I can say those things to myself. And believe them.
It is a process. Every day, a challenge. The end and beginning of the universe is in everyone. Seeing it in yourself, and the mirror of it in others is true wisdom.
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i really dig this. sounds like masochism to me. :) perfectionism - a fine euphemistic approach to never being completely satisfied.. there is doom in satisfaction, misery lies in complacency. the beauty of Perfect is that it is impossible to realize. i think very literally that everything is already perfect. from a fly to a disease, to a motor vehicle, everything is technically perfect. so from there, we can begin to abstract Perfection, imagining a different kind of Perfect that will never exist because it is only imaginary. totally impossible.
although I believe we can accomplish the impossible, it's just by the time you've achieved it, it's doesn't seem impossible anymore
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