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I am tired of perfection
The trap all humans fall into.
We chase it constantly, with an awe-inspiring consistency, we passionately pursue perfection. We scratch at it in our paintings and rub it out in our scribbles.
Our passion for perfection is a disease, of this I’m convinced. We are infected from birth as we are hand reared by society to be ‘perfect’ versions of who the world wants us to be.
Perfect bodies
Perfect minds
Perfect sons
Perfect daughters
Perfect students
Perfect athletes
Perfect lovers
Perfect workers
Perfect creators
Perfect guest
Perfect hosts
Perfect parents
When are we allowed to be ourselves, at work or school we have to be on and engage in everything. After that we have to ‘nail it’ in sports practice or whatever social avenues we frequent, or we have to be a perfect example of some random thing, our community of imperfect projectors portraying themselves as perfect, expect us to be.
It… is….