The average human isn’t perfect. We
were made that way, we stumble, we fall, and we get back up. It’s a beautiful
thing to be able to make mistakes. Even though most people will disagree, it
really is. If we never made mistakes, how would we learn? We would all be a
bunch of arrogant pricks running around with inflated egos. We’d probably never
take the time to teach and learn from other people.
If you’re anything like me, you probably strive for
perfection every single day. It’s a tiring job, trying to be perfect (It’s also
irrational considering we never will be perfect). Yet we strive for it anyways.
Nobody likes to mess up and anybody
who tells you otherwise, is a big fat liar. Nobody likes to be the one who
screwed something up. It’s not a good feeling to know that you let someone
down. But here’s the thing, we are too hard on ourselves. We live in a society
where perfection is expected and nothing less. They expect you to have the
perfect body, the perfect looks, the perfect job, and the perfect family. They
basically have us striving for something that doesn’t exist. Life is messy;
it’s never going to be perfect. No matter what you do, your kids will make a
mess, and they will disappoint you, and they will mess up, but if you can see
past all that, they will also bring you greater joy than you could have
imagined. All those messy moments of childhood, the time they drew on the wall,
or finger painted the table with pudding, will become memories of the good
times. Those are the days of innocence and fun that you can never get back once
they grow up.
In our pursuit of perfection, we
don’t realize that we are often missing out on the moments that really count.
Yes, it’s good to strive to be something better, but when you do that are you
forgetting to take a moment and just breathe? Are you enjoying the curveballs
that life throws your way? If you haven’t learned the great secret of life yet,
I’m about to share it with you: LIFE NEVER TURNS OUT THE WAY YOU PLAN. Sure,
your general idea might come true, marriage, kids, job, family, etc. But you
might have it planned out to the T what you want in life, and I guarantee you,
probably 10/10 times, those plans won’t come true.
The smart people learn to accept
that, and they see that usually the parts they didn’t plan are the best parts
of their lives. The not so smart people grumble and complain and talk about how
nothing turned out the way they wanted, they choose to be unhappy and
unaccepting. They’re being selfish, thinking only of themselves and the map
they laid out for their life. People like that need to take a step back and
look at what their life has really become. They need to appreciate the moments
where they laughed so hard they couldn’t breathe, or the day they spent lying
on the beach listening to the crash of waves and soaking in the warm sun on
their skin. They need to remember that even though they didn’t plan on being a
parent, they are, and those precious moments with their child are what they’ll
remember in the later years. Not the long nights working overtime to get a big
paycheck. They need to see the good instead of the bad.
Don’t live an empty life of fake
perfection. Learn to accept the messy moments, learn to love and appreciate
them. It’s in those moments that we have the chance to truly become who we want
to be. We are able to learn from our mistakes and grow and become better. I’m
not saying don’t strive to be better, because we should all have that ultimate
goal, but we need to remember that it’s okay to mess up, it’s okay to fail so
badly at something that you can’t imagine how to make it better. Don’t be so
hard on yourself, remember to take a step back and give yourself a pat on the
back for all the hard work you put in. When you’re up close it’s hard to see
the progress you’ve made, but when you step back and look at the big picture,
you will see that you actually are doing well. You’re doing better than you
think, I promise. So don’t beat yourself up, learn to celebrate the small
victories, because those are the ones that matter most.
^Human-Christina Perri
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