All too often we are consumed with the idea of perfection. The need to feel perfect. Perfectly beautiful, perfectly put together, perfectly successful, perfectly perfect. The chase for perfection is one filled with insanity. When did we become so consumed by it? Consumed by a chase that takes us away from our truth, masks our eternal beauty and ills the mind and body?
As a recovering perfectionist, I relate all too well. Always chasing the perfect body, feeling that if I got to my ideal "weight" or" body image" everything else in life would be okay. I used to have this crazy obsession with trying to be the perfect person in my intimate relationships because I was so scared of showing my truth, I was scared of being abandoned If I wasn't perfect. Perfection was an eternal chase.
After years of struggling with perfection, and lots of spiritual guidance and healing... I have learned that beauty lies within our imperfections. We are perfectly imperfect. Our mess is our message. Our mess makes us unique, it makes us real. Authentic. Beautiful. Art in motion.
So this crazy chase for perfection... is it worth it? No thank you. Do I still struggle with it at times, of course. But that's part of my imperfection. And I would rather be a beautiful walking piece of impressionable art than a walking human attempting to display perfection. For the art is beautiful. The perfection is just a mask. We aren't here on this earth to play it safe. We are here to express fully ourselves and make people feel. For the feeling and expressions are what make us human. And if our spirits are here to play in this human world, then we might as well do it right and embrace our human imperfections.