The Perfection Obsession 

    The Perfection Obsession

Perfection is the oldest obsession,

The single greatest form of self-oppression,

Constantly chasing,

Endlessly waiting,

Was it all worth doing,

Keeping your loved ones worrying,

Climbing the mountains of doubt,

Slipping in an endless rain of distant goals,

Suffocating while finding yourself buried in a blizzard of plentiful woes,

With a mind obsessed with being perfect,

I can assure you there will never be a drought,

As the flood of unrealistic expectations will wash you out,

Walking the path toward it is impossible,

As perfection was never optimal nor possible,

Consistently self-convincing,

Forever endlessly seeking,

Never bothering to entertain the thought,

Maybe perfection was never what the soul truly wants,

The obsession is but a bottomless pit of heart-suppression,

Rest assured as there is a way to combat this great act of oppression,

And for that you must learn your own way to suppress,

That harmful hyper-fixated mindset that always strives to be the best,

One that brings little to no gain,

A beast that delivers absolute dissatisfaction and pain,

Perfection is the oldest obsession,

A highway that leads only to madness,

It’s a shame those driving on it never seem to realize,

The greatest gifts and goals,

Which are truly the desires of the soul,

Are unfortunately just out of reach,

Despite always being present in the front seat,

Seen as falsehoods believed to be the cause of their plight,

Commonly ignored,

By the driver’s far-sighted eyes.