As my first proper blog post I wanted to write something slightly cheerful and uplifting but like I wrote in the Introduction, this is a blog about the Real going-on's in life. So here it is.
Perfection is an ideology. I honestly don't believe it exists and even if it did I would never know what it meant. The definition of perfection is relative, it changes in societies, cultures and social groups. So there's no set and definite definition. It's all over the place. Yet there are so many who strive for perfection, who strive to be something that don't know anything about.
I was one of those people who wanted to be perfect. But I never wanted to be perfect for me, it was always for someone else, it was always someone else's idea of perfect that I was trying to fulfil. If you want to know who it is i'm talking about, well isn't it obvious? My family. They wanted the perfect Asian daughter but as much as I tried to get the grades and do well in school I always fell below their expectations. I never failed though. I was just too average for them. And when I started uni I realised something; striving for other people's perfection has never made me happy. I was depressed and constantly worried of disappointing someone and then suddenly one day I said No more.
No more doing things that make me unhappy just so other people are happy. I'm not saying i'm selfish but I am saying that I am not perfect nor do I ever want to be. Once I finally realised that and began to focus on what I wanted out of life I began to see things a lot clearer and was a lot happier.
However, it is not easy. Sometime I go back to how was and try to please them, mainly my dad. Sometimes I think his old-fashioned views cloud his vision of people so much that he can't help but treat me the way he does. And other times I know that i've done nothing wrong and I should stop giving him excuses because as my father he should support me no matter what.That's not how reality works though. And while he is my family and there's that whole unconditional love thing, I cannot be perfect. I will not be someone else's perception of perfection. I don't want to be perfect.
Life is full of imperfections, the cliché saying is that the imperfections are what make you You. I think i'm one of the most imperfect people there are and i'm ok with that. My imperfections are me and I need to learn to accept that. I hope one day there won't be a time when I am suddenly thrown back into my past of trying to please everyone.
I lied before. I said there's no such thing as perfect but it is the imperfections that make perfection. Perfection is knowing yourself and being comfortable with who you are no matter what people say or how they try to bring you down. Imperfection is perfection and so we are all imperfect human beings :)
Imperfection=Perfection
Perfection is an ideology. I honestly don't believe it exists and even if it did I would never know what it meant. The definition of perfection is relative, it changes in societies, cultures and social groups. So there's no set and definite definition. It's all over the place. Yet there are so many who strive for perfection, who strive to be something that don't know anything about.
I was one of those people who wanted to be perfect. But I never wanted to be perfect for me, it was always for someone else, it was always someone else's idea of perfect that I was trying to fulfil. If you want to know who it is i'm talking about, well isn't it obvious? My family. They wanted the perfect Asian daughter but as much as I tried to get the grades and do well in school I always fell below their expectations. I never failed though. I was just too average for them. And when I started uni I realised something; striving for other people's perfection has never made me happy. I was depressed and constantly worried of disappointing someone and then suddenly one day I said No more.
No more doing things that make me unhappy just so other people are happy. I'm not saying i'm selfish but I am saying that I am not perfect nor do I ever want to be. Once I finally realised that and began to focus on what I wanted out of life I began to see things a lot clearer and was a lot happier.
However, it is not easy. Sometime I go back to how was and try to please them, mainly my dad. Sometimes I think his old-fashioned views cloud his vision of people so much that he can't help but treat me the way he does. And other times I know that i've done nothing wrong and I should stop giving him excuses because as my father he should support me no matter what.That's not how reality works though. And while he is my family and there's that whole unconditional love thing, I cannot be perfect. I will not be someone else's perception of perfection. I don't want to be perfect.
Life is full of imperfections, the cliché saying is that the imperfections are what make you You. I think i'm one of the most imperfect people there are and i'm ok with that. My imperfections are me and I need to learn to accept that. I hope one day there won't be a time when I am suddenly thrown back into my past of trying to please everyone.
I lied before. I said there's no such thing as perfect but it is the imperfections that make perfection. Perfection is knowing yourself and being comfortable with who you are no matter what people say or how they try to bring you down. Imperfection is perfection and so we are all imperfect human beings :)
Imperfection=Perfection