Today's prompt got me to thinking about all the things I understand now that I didn't when I was younger (that was after all the purpose of the prompt.)
The thing that leapt to the forefront of my mind became the following poem; which is meant to be a reminder that none of us can achieve perfection though we spend a heck of a lot of time beating ourselves up for that.
It has taken me forty-six years to get here, but I finally understand that no one is perfect, so to expect perfection in myself is just to set myself up for failure and misery. I still forget this now and then, but every day as I get older I am trying to learn to have more compassion for not only myself, but my fellow human beings as well; because expecting perfection of anyone is an unfair thing to do.
I hope you find reading this poem as freeing as I found writing it.
Happy Day 5...
~bru
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The Perfection Trap by February Grace
Many were the nights spent in self-loathing
all those years lost to the bitter fight,
in struggling to become the perfect person
but falling short again, wrong over right.
Now I know there is no true perfection
it’s a cold lie sold by charlatans and thieves,
those who’d rob us of our soul’s humanity
and keep us pinned forever on our knees.
Now I see I can only give my utmost
my honest best in all the things I do,
but the demands of this fiction called perfection
I won’t satisfy; and neither, dears, will you.
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