Dying to achieve perfection is not worth it.
There is another voice within me telling me that perfection is the only thing to strive for, that perfection is not my own definition-- but the definition of the majority, in which I have no control over. That might be true, but I can seek my own definition of perfection and I can reach that.
I want to live for myself but is living like that really worth it?
I love to live for myself, but it's become ingrained into my being to live for others as well. When and how can I learn to balance the two?
In the end, who am I?
When you've been living for other people, and living by their standards, what defines you anymore?
I am a puppet forged by society, dancing on a string on their whim. Their words shape my thoughts and my wants. I want to feel like I'm not living in someones shadow. I want to be my own person. When I was handed a mask, I didn't refuse it and show my true self.
I wore it.
