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Imagined perfection
We all move with Our perfect ideas
Perfect judgments of how things should be
But life is a constant reminder that Our judgments are imperfect at best
As we move through these “fantasy worlds” we have created for Ourselves
We only need to stop for a second to see the tragedy of Our thoughts
“Maybe this?”
“Maybe that?”
“If I’m like this, dress like this, act like that, talk like that, maybe then?”
“Maybe then I will be loved?”
“Maybe then I will be appreciated?”
“Buy this and own that?”
“Things need to be like this and that? Things aren’t ok if they are like this or that!”
“Be with that person or this person? Maybe they will complete me finally? Maybe others will like me more if I’m with him or her?”
“Have sex with her, with him? Maybe then? Have sex more, with more people? Maybe then?”
“Maybe then, maybe finally then…”
We keep on chasing this imaginary perfection while never being enough, the chase is enough to make us mad, make us unbearably sad, yet we continue onwards
