We Are Not Robots for a Reason
This life was never designed for us to be perfect.
But for some reason, there are lots of people wanting to be perfect. We want all that we do to be spot on — no errors. It’s normal. I get it.
At least, that’s what some think.
Let’s start by defining perfectionism. Perfectionism is a disposition to regard anything short of perfection as unacceptable.
Simply put, failure isn’t an option. That sort of has a ring to it. Failing is not Plan B nor Plan C. There is no room on the list for failure.
You do everything in your power to avoid it. It’s the very last thing we ever want to think about.
But we fail. We all do. You can put that in past tense, present tense, and future tense — doesn’t matter.
We’ve failed, and we’ll probably fail again.
The moment we start viewing failure as something much bigger than an unfortunate happening in our lives is when we inch closer to our better selves — you know, that person you envision yourself becoming.
This idea forces me to fall under the impression that it is possible for me to be perfect, instead of understanding that it would be much more impactful if I let hard work and the process take care of it all.
By “it all” I mean the worries of never matching up to that perfect image — the image of the perfect you or someone else you see as having not a single flaw.
In high school, I never thought that putting in work as a shooting guard, trying to become a better shooter, does not mean that I will never miss another shot.
And let’s be honest, who thinks like this?
It doesn’t make it not true, though.
No matter how many hours I put in the gym, I still have the possibility of imperfection.
And after a million shots, I’ll still miss.
So, what was the point of all the hours in the gym — all the sore nights, the early mornings?
It was all about the hard work, commitment, focus, mixed with a focused purpose of why I’m doing what I’m doing, is the closet combination needed for me to acknowledge myself as being the best me I possibly can be.
Those things will only make me better.
They never disappoint. It is the results we want that cause us to feel as if they have only lead to pointlessness. But look back and you’ll probably notice that you are better than you were before.
It’s not that those hours spent writing that future best-selling book isn’t worth the time.
The answer comes down to hard work you’re willing to put in to make that create a best-seller, if you are going to stay committed and focused on the process to finishing what you started, and if you have a clue why you’re pulling your hair out to write the book in the first place.
Fun fact: Even if that book never becomes a best-seller, you have become a better writer because of the steps you took to finish this one. You’ll eventually learn what it takes to get to that point.
The hardest thing for me to do sometimes is be honest with myself. And telling myself I’m not cut out for this is not something one should completely ignore.
There’s this idea that if one leaves a work undone or dropping an “experimental project” to see what they’re capable of, they have failed.
I could not disagree more.
One fails when they continue to try and do something they were never gifted or passionately hungry to do in the first place — which is where the knowing why you do what you do is so important (if not most important).
We are not robots.
We often want ourselves to be robots and don’t realize it. In my 8,955 days of being alive, I have never encountered a person without a flaw.
We fall prey to these notions and stress the living daylight out of ourselves for no good reason at all, trying to live up to this never-attainable expectation of what we often deem to be perfection.
Reality is that we all have our flaws. And once one flaw is “fixed,” another comes ashore.
Perfection should not be the goal.
We will fall short of that goal.
The goal should be to be better than I was yesterday. No matter how long it takes, if I am better than I was before, I’m moving in the right direction.
Having this idea of arriving at this error-less sphere forces us into a cycle that never stops. That is, until we recognize and decide to get off.