Perfection isn’t real. We’ve searched for years to find it, and it was never there. Nothing in this world is or ever will be perfect. We can use the word to describe something physical or a feeling, but that doesn’t mean that it’s the true definition. 

What is perfection, though? It’s a word. Like everything else, you can point and name something, and you can name something as perfect. It’s a thought that varies from person to person. No one will have the same idea of perfection.

That’s exactly what it is, though. An idea. Or is it a myth? Perfect literally means flawless, but there is nothing in this universe that’s without a flaw. Every person has made a mistake, and every object will have at least something on it that makes it completely imperfect. 

What do we do when we’ve spent our entire lives striving or searching for something that isn’t real? We learn to embrace that it won’t happen. Embrace imperfection. Why should we continue striving for something that we can’t achieve? 

We can come close, can’t we? Shoot for the stars? Of course, always shoot for the stars, and you’ll land in the stars, but it may not be where you expect. Is it okay to end up somewhere you never anticipated being? Heck, yes, it is! 

It’s okay if what you do isn’t perfect. It’s okay if where you end up in life isn’t where you wanted to be, or where you thought you would be. It’s all right to end up on the complete opposite spectrum of where you originally thought you’d be.

What matters the most is embracing yourself. Embrace where you are in life and decide if you’re happy. No one is living your life, but you, and you deserve happiness. You deserve love, and you deserve to be something that you’re happy with.

Be proud of yourself, even if you woke up one day, and all you did was make it to the other room. Hell, even if you didn’t leave your room, be proud that you woke up, you fought through the day, and you did it. It’s okay to have off days. 

If you spend your entire life striving for perfection, you’ll reach a point of insanity. Driving so hard to reach this myth will put unnecessary stress on you; it’ll suck the happiness out of you. It can thrive on your anxieties and depression, like a demon, if you point at it, say its name, you can release it.

I’m not where I thought I would be when I was younger. I’m not what I wanted to be, and I’m not what anyone else thought I should or would be. I am far from perfect, and I accept this.