We want someone perfect.
That makes us feel alive, that
laugh on rainy days, who never lies, who never betrays, who never falters.
Someone light, happy, without vices,
intelligent,We want someone perfect.
That makes us feel alive, that
laugh on rainy days, who never lies, who never betrays, who never falters.
Someone light, happy, without vices,
intelligent, someone who doesn't complain, who doesn't argue,
who understands our gaze and loves us unconditionally.
But that person doesn't exist.
Perfection is a delusion of the subconscious and derives from egos and the search for social acceptance and validation.
Because we all fail, we carry in our DNA our history sealed in our soul.
The secret to happiness is not in finding perfection, it is in recognizing imperfection and real connection, which stumbles over its own gaps but even so, when someone chooses you and accepts you as you are, it is rare, it is precious and it is love. someone who doesn't complain, who doesn't argue,
who understands our gaze and loves us unconditionally.
But that person doesn't exist.
Perfection is a delusion of the subconscious and derives from egos and the search for social acceptance and validation.
Because we all fail, we carry in our DNA our history sealed in our soul.
The secret to happiness is not in finding perfection, it is in recognizing imperfection and real connection, which stumbles over its own gaps but even so, when someone chooses you and accepts you as you are, it is rare, it is precious and it is love.
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