Perfection was created
to make us feel imperfect,
but imperfect, of course,
is the perfect thing to be.
We spend every hour of every day,
every day of every week,
trying to be different,
trying to be unique.
Our nature is to search
for answers to life's questions,
concepts we don't understand,
like "What is perfection?"
You strive to be "perfect,"
a term you don't understand.
You should be yourself
before it gets out of hand.
Surely happiness is of priority
over a word like "perfection,"
so ask yourself this,
Who looks back in your reflection?
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If you reach perfection for what do you then strive,
You can't reach perfection because there is always someone who is going to be better then you and you will want to be like them it's a vicious cycle
Old git tho i may be, i do recall some of my time spent being your wonderful age. That was when the 1960's were becoming the 70's and everything was about growing up and doing things to 'find ones self'. i never understood quite how to do that but all the popular musicians were talking about it. I shrugged it off and got on with my career and married young. Sometime later probably around age 40 i realised that finding myself was just about accepting me for what i am. We're all different, we're all valid. To quote the sentiments of Max Ehrmann, wotever you are you have as much right to be here as the stars and the trees, for you are a child of the universe.
Couldn't have said it better myself
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