I'm Not Perfect

For some people, this is a non issue, they know that they are not perfect and don't even the slightest desire to be perfect.

Not for me though. It took me years to accept that I'm flawed like everybody else and there's no way on earth that I can please everybody! For someone who is supposed to be quite intelligent, I can't imagine how I can be so stupid in the matter.

I was a paradox, on one hand, I'd readily admit that I'm not perfect, but on the other hand I would strive my level best to achieve perfection. It came to a point where I became totally exhausted emotionally because I wanted everybody around me to be pleased with me.

At the beginning of 2008, at the grand age of 37, I reached an epiphany- that no matter what I do, there will always be someone who doesn't like me and will never like me.

When I accepted this fact, the burden that I'd been carrying on my shoulders slid off like a ton of bricks. I felt liberated because, now, I don't have to try so hard, especially towards people whom I don't really like in the first place!

I found my freedom, when I accepted my imperfection. Strange isn't it?