Self-Perfection is Just an Unreachable Dream

Is perfection ever reached?
Your dreams, desires, and thoughts create an illusion—
An illusion of what you wanna be, but not what you truly are,
Causing you not to improve, but to elaborate on that perfect figure inside your head,
Feeding it and allowing it to take control of your all,
Stopping you from being part of your own story.
It is not your life anymore.
They are not your goals anymore.
Everything that you ever wanted is gone—
In a loop,
In simply a continuous circular line
That never stops rounding through your head.

All those friends you could’ve had,
Those relationships you could have forged,
All those memories that never became true—
Where have they gone?
What have I done?

They say you always have a second chance,
It’s never too late,
But they have never experienced this process of life—
Protecting yourself from judgment, mistreatment, and mainly rejection.
There is no escape from this feeling.
Even if you’re supported,
Fear overcomes love,
And those who ever wanted to help you fade away,
Within time, within nerves, within shades and shadows.

There will always be that ghost of your perfect self,
Following your success and failures,
Ditching you in a hole
From which you will never escape.

Except—and only except—if you accept who you are.
This may look difficult.
Realizing who you are may take time.
But if you ever reach that endpoint,
You will truly be able to enjoy life,
In your own way,
Through your own eyes,
Walking your steps forward and not back,
Following your own path and not someone else’s trail.

Time will reveal the future,
But a clock is not responsible for shaping your life.
Actions and risks are the ones that will
Eventually connect all the strings.
In the heart and mind
Is the power to say, “Let’s do it.”
And fear—
But win.
Achieve your dreams and never let down on what you truly love.
Because despite all those obstacles,
You are the only one tripping you up.