There was a time when I went berserk if I made a mistake. I needed to be perfect. I could not bear to have a finger raised at me.
It was wearisome to say the least. It was nerve-wracking and I was constantly in a state of anxiety.
And then I decided to let go.
If I made a mistake inadvertently, I will admit it, apologise for it, rectify it and ensure that no damage has happened.
Should I be perfect ? Well, that’s certainly the intention, but if I don’t manage to be perfect, it’s perfectly ok. I have tried my very best – given it my very best. That is what matters.
Will people appreciate me ? They may or may not. Should I lose sleep over it ? Certainly not. Of course I may feel a little bad but I cannot let myself be enslaved to other people’s good reviews. That is a kind of bondage that I need to be free from. When you just keep doing stuff with love and passion, you won’t even have the time or energy to seek appreciation. And guess what – when the appreciation comes, as it is bound to at some point or the other, it will make you feel good.
But I am not as evolved ( if I may call it that ) as one might hope to be. If someone is unpleasant or nasty to me, I might just give them a teeny glimpse of hell, either through my words or a very cold look. So I still have miles to go before I sleep. 😂
Jokes apart, the point I am trying to make is that none of us are going to be here forever. The time we spend here is just a miniscule of eternity. We don’t own this world or its occupants. If happiness is what we all crave for, then what we are here for is to be happy and spread happiness. And that comes from kind thoughts and actions, speaking gently, supporting each other, celebrating others and ourselves and living life in the most meaningful way.
We aren’t here just to make money and mansions – those are the perks of being alive. The real purpose, as I see it is just to live a life that matters.
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