It seems that far too often we strive for perfection instead of satisfaction. Or rather, we feel that the only way to achieve satisfaction is through perfection. The question that arises, however, is who's definition of perfection are we following? Our friends, family, peers, societies? Our own? And why is perfection the ultimate goal anyway? Why should we be so caught up in meticulously planning that we forget to live?
Two years ago, I gave a present to myself; a tattoo bearing words from a childhood favorite, "It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live", in hopes that I might come to live by them (Thank you Ms. Rowling, for these valuable and inspirational words). I need to do better to remind myself of the message I decided to carry with me for life.
No more comparing myself to others. No more setting myself up for disappointment by holding unrealistic an unattainable expectations. No more striving to be who others want instead of being true to myself. Less planning, less worrying, less stressing.