Imperfect perfections
I bought a cup a couple of weeks ago. It's got the perfect size, nice holding capabilities. It's lovely. And today, beware and behold, I find an imperfection. Like a small extra piece of ceramics. Why is it that I don't notice these things when I sign up for something? Hm? Like a curse. I'm blind to these things! Maybe these imperfections enhance me, make me seem more like a god in my own world. That must be what god feels like, looking down at us. Maybe, assuming he does exist, he created us like this only to make himself feel better.
A bit petty, but how often doesn't it happen that someone's being a butthead to you just to make themselves feel better? It happens to me on close to a daily basis. I suppose I do the same. I really wish I didn't. But the truth is we always need to compare ourselves to others to see how we're doing. The "others" become yardsticks we use to measure our own sucess. I doesn't matter how nice a person I am, if noone can see it, and all the clichés such as "you can only do your best" makes me feel even worse, if the best I can do isn't good enough, what about me IS good enough?
Also, we pick and choose these bits. I want the job she has, I want the hair she has, I want the house she has, I want the car she has, I want the smile she has, but those shes aren't the same. There are admirable bits about everyone, but I'm the only one who's put together by the pieces who make up me.
Sometimes I think I'm just blind to the envy of others, just because I don't see the point of being envious of anything I have, as I already have it.
A bit petty, but how often doesn't it happen that someone's being a butthead to you just to make themselves feel better? It happens to me on close to a daily basis. I suppose I do the same. I really wish I didn't. But the truth is we always need to compare ourselves to others to see how we're doing. The "others" become yardsticks we use to measure our own sucess. I doesn't matter how nice a person I am, if noone can see it, and all the clichés such as "you can only do your best" makes me feel even worse, if the best I can do isn't good enough, what about me IS good enough?
Also, we pick and choose these bits. I want the job she has, I want the hair she has, I want the house she has, I want the car she has, I want the smile she has, but those shes aren't the same. There are admirable bits about everyone, but I'm the only one who's put together by the pieces who make up me.
Sometimes I think I'm just blind to the envy of others, just because I don't see the point of being envious of anything I have, as I already have it.
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