Trying to be good enough for Them, I’ve created an image of perfection that I do not fit. Seeing the truth of not being perfect, I reject myself.
Getting older, I see that “perfect” is no longer about being good enough for Them — it’s about being good enough for my Self. I can’t seem to forgive myself for not being what I believe I should be. As defined by Me, and helped shaped by Them.
And this “perfect” I seek, if I was asked to describe it, I couldn’t. So, how will I know when I get there?
photo credit: Martin Neuhof