on perfectionism

Perfectionism
My way to avoid being seen
My way to make sure I never feel good enough to have what I have
To keep expanding to an ever bigger life
Self sabotage
Procrastination
By whose measure are things good enough?
If someone talked to a person you loved the way you do to yourself, would you not defend them?
Comparison, striving, trying so damn hard
And it’s never enough for that voice.
What do you see when you look at the stars? When you sit by the ocean?
These are chaos- we try to make sense of them, try to find patterns to feel safe. But we have no idea really. Why things are the way they are.
They’re just perfect.
I am a part of that perfection.
As are you.
In any form
Without doubt and without doing
Never ending perfection