It happens to me most often when I'm sick, when my room is filled with tissues and medicine is thrown everywhere, and when I feel as if I am physically incapable of getting up to grab my laptop to watch Netflix. It's when I'm forced to stare at the wall when I finally come face-to-face with my life, with where I am, where I want to go and who I want to be. And then I think to myself after putting my life together in a matter of a few short minutes, "Wow, my life is honestly a mess right now and I don't care."
I guess what I'm getting it at is sometimes life is going to feel psycho and out of this world but that's the way it's supposed to be. We don't have all the answers and we're going to make stupid mistakes that will leave our parents banging their heads against the kitchen table, but that's life.
I mean, aren't we all supposed to be a little out of our minds? If we were all perfectly sane, life would be boring. Being perfect is simply impossible and highly overrated. Personally, when I think of trying to be perfect, I think of trying to be Taylor Swift and that life just seems flat out terrible and slightly unbearable.
It's time for the world to learn that without everybody's weird tendencies, crazy outfits, loud personalities and insane outbursts of emotion, life would be flat because there would be nothing unique about any of us. We would be dull and bleak individuals. You would never want to turn on the TV because there would be nothing worth watching. Listening to the radio would be a waste time because there would be nothing to listen to. And life, well, life would be pointless because there would be nothing worth living for.
Life Lesson #5: Aiming for perfection is foolish.
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