Have you ever felt pressure to be perfect? I know I have, it has stopped me from doing many things. That feeling of not been enough, that feeling of dread. It’s paralysing, but what if it didn’t have to be.
What if we misunderstand what perfection really is? You see I was studying ancient Greek and Hebrew literature and I stumbled across this idea. What we translate to the word perfect didn’t mean flawless. It didn’t mean without fault, it didn’t mean what we call perfect. Instead, it gave this idea of something being complete, something being whole, something being finished.
What would the world look like if instead of being perfect and having to be flawless and having to be just right? What if we leaned towards just being finished? Being complete, being whole. Imagine how much more we could do for the world if we didn’t stop because there was a crack, we didn’t stop just because there was an imperfection. What would change in your life? Would you push yourself to be more? Would you push yourself to do more?
What if perfectionism just meant being completely who you are and showing the world what really matters to you?
Thank you, and Good night.
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