If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?
As I’ve said before, my father told me that he and mum wanted to raise the perfect child. What an utterly ridiculous idea! Especially as what went into making me wasn’t perfect. They would have been the first to admit that.
He also, rather kindly, told me that they realised later that I didn’t need the pressure to do the right thing, I was born that way.
As I said in yesterday’s daily question, humans ask way too much of each other, and they ask way too much of themselves. Often we beat ourselves up over mistakes, when mistakes are part of the human condition. It’s in the programme guys.
Perfection is a ridiculous idea. Every creative will tell you that they could keep tweaking something until they were found dead at their keyboard, with a paintbrush in their hand, or slumped across a beautiful piece of music with ‘absolute junk’ scrawled across it.
Perfection does not exist even in nature. Trees have less than perfect leaves, some roses aren’t as big and beautiful as others. But do you see a rose bush crying over that? Or a tree trying to chop itself down to the size it thinks it should be? Reducing itself to match the opinions of others?
That answer is obvious. Okay they could be sitting there silently stressing, but I somehow doubt it.
Much of what we all worry about, much of what gives us sleepless nights going over and over what we could have done better, is nothing but the opinion of a crazy mixed up society.
Even in a cake and that’s saying something!
Be like a tree, don’t worry. Be like a rose bush, stick your detractors with a thorn (or maybe a disgusted glare would be better), just don’t waste your time on something that does not exist anywhere.
Best love
Amorah – Deb
Deb Hawken - Amorah 