Perfection is a myth

Can we be cruel to ourselves while we think what we are doing is what’s best for us?

 How often do we pause for a while during our urge to attain perfection in everything we do every breathing minute Of our busy breezy lives , How often do we place our hands on our hearts And acknowledge that the pace with which it beats Is far beyond normalcy , We don’t, do we?

 Until it’s too late , Until it’s time to hit that Rear brake in the last minute slashing ourselves into that state of panic Feeling that ceaseless shiver in our souls 

When every sense awakens And every breathing bone screams at us In enmity with the necessity Of having to hit and hurt ourselves 

Because we didn’t slow down when we had to , Because all along we didn’t pay heed to the honks Of the people trying to forewarn us

 Later to be left with bruises ,That our bodies have to carry As consequences of our own negligence.

 Cause we, as humans were taught that we are ought to attain perfection in everything we do Constantly pushing and punishing ourselves, To live that picture this world painted for us Like I for one have been lately putting my body through pain because I thought it was far From being perfect until it cemented me to bed Teaching me that we have to slow down at times for our bodies minds to not shut down And restart it all from where we once began.

 

A recent reminder  " Perfection is  a myth "