We are *not* perfect. It is impossible for us to be perfect. So my question is, why are you constantly striving to be perfect? Maybe you’re a perfectionist, but that does not give you the right to insult another’s character.
So what if I’m not like you?
None of us are the same.
We are different for a reason.
If you want to be perfect, go ahead, self-destruct.
But I wonder, why are you so afraid of your own imperfections? Are you that insecure?
~I do not seek perfection, I embrace my imperfections~
