The endless desires we fulfil to grow mindlessly.
I’ve been working really hard to be perfect
Really hard to remove each part of me that’s imperfect.
I practice and push myself each day to move ahead
Sometimes, I do much more than I need to go ahead.
This craving to be perfect at everything I wish
Whether it’s writing, running or making a new dish.
I don’t know if it makes me stronger or no
But it sure does make me a little incapable though.
That pushing of my spine every now and then
Makes me lose my strength every now and again.
Sometimes I find myself doing much more than I really can
It makes me cry and laugh together when I fail at my plan.
It makes me wonder am I really doing justice with my life
When each day I wake up and see just a new strife.
The feeling of being not great hits my heart hard
I never feel the blessing about something good in me, even after I work hard.
After a million times of trying to reach ahead I’ve understood
That I was good even earlier, wherever I stood.
The only desire to reach another mark
Makes me lose the journey completely, nothing to remark.
Now that I understand myself, I can find my needs
Because until now I was fulfilling wants with my deeds.
The desire to be perfect is not what we really require
It’s just a feeling of reaching Perfection that we acquire.
What we only need is to get better
Whether it’s at writing, running or knitting a sweater.