This urge to be a perfect thing is quite exhausting and sometimes disgusting. Wanting to have had that perfect date, a perfect proposal, perfect wedding, perfect child birth. Uff!!! Why should a woman be so greedy? And so mindless? No I am talking about myself. Not anyone else. Why get so jealous if someone took just a few minutes to deliver baby through the birth canal? So what I had a C section? So what I have a baby who gets cranky at nights, day time and almost most part of the day, a few days?
This thing about comparison, about wanting to feel that, "Oh! I have the best life that everyone yearns for!", why is that becoming a addiction? Why can't I be happy with who I am and what I do and what I stand for? Well many places I hear people talk about what is perfection, over and over and over. I have grown to feel that there is only one perfect way for things. Perfect means one is a myth, a misunderstanding. Perfection is a good thing and there are multiple outputs and means to getting there.
It's quite hard to stay in this state of existence. It might take years of practice and penance to get closest to this state. Here I begin. I shall stop this comparison business with me and won't drag that into my family and my kid and spoil the essence of 'our' lives. There can just be one like me and I am not going to trade it for my temptations of aping others.
Peace.
