It’s okay to not be perfect.
If God’s primary goal for us was perfection, He would not have made us to begin our lives as tiny, clumsy creatures who can’t do much. We have to be taught everything. We tumble and trip. We can’t even feed ourselves. Life is one big process. We are not born perfect and we never become perfect.
Growth is a worthy pursuit. Perfection is a crushing expectation.
The weight of perfection wearies even the strongest shoulders, crushes the loftiest dreams, and drains even the most energetic people. The weight of perfection is too big to carry. Chase it long enough and it will not make you better. It will make you bitter. It breeds frustration, sharpens your edges, and slowly turns joy into pressure.
Part of maturity is learning to be okay with everything not being okay.
If something has to be perfect for you to enjoy it, you’ll never enjoy anything.
If everyone has to be perfect for you to love them, you’ll never truly love anyone.
Perfection is a terrible prerequisite for joy.
And here is the irony. The moment you release your grip on perfection is the moment life becomes lighter, more vivid, and more enjoyable.
Letting go of perfection does not lower the quality of your life. It raises it.
Just as needing perfection makes everything miserable, abandoning perfection makes everything more enjoyable. It frees us to actually enjoy things. It brings contentment and satisfaction, laughter and genuine experiences.
Everything doesn’t have to be the way you think it should be. Everything doesn’t have to be perfect. Everyone doesn’t have to be perfect. We’re all learning, we’re all growing, we’re all still tumbling and tripping.
So let perfection go.
Not halfway. Not temporarily. Really let it go.
Because when you do, your hands will not be clenched around an impossible standard anymore. They will be open.
And open hands are finally free to receive what perfection never could.
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