What could you do less of?

The absolute need to attempt perfection when I know it’s more than just a falsehood, and has hurt me in the past.

It’s unrealistic and pointless. I prefer the cycle of life to what I was taught – to walk, talk, dress and seem a certain way.

The moon wanes, the tides push and pull. All from a driven force, and nothing on this planet moves along through this circle to be perfect.

Contentment, also not to be sought after (to be allowed) is what I could do more of. Makes life a lot simpler.