Just how much do I really accept my own imperfection? I'm the type who 'whips' myself. Even though I'm working hard, I whip myself, feeling I should work even harder. I act this way under some indescribable pressure to become more perfect and more excellent. Of course, now that pressure has become tied to 'getting a job' and 'being discharged from the military,' so its source has become clearer, but in the past I lived a very goal-oriented life, like 'in order to know more.' Of course, I'm still doing that to some extent now. To see more paintings and learn the stories behind them I study Western art, and to understand Western art I study the Middle Ages, and so on. All my various activities are focused on making myself more perfect.
But the speaker says to accept your own imperfection. She says to tell yourself that you are enough. She seems to be saying I need to give myself some breathing room. And it seems she's right. I think I need to put myself a little more at ease. Of course, living hard is still living hard.
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