It seems sometimes we spend our whole lives searching for something. The right path to take. The key to unlock that door. Happiness. Happiness is a big one. Everyone always talks about "the secret" to happiness as if it is some big mystery we have to unfold. We read self help books. We look for a new job. Move to a new city. Drink. Spend. Go to therapy. All in the name of happiness or …
What is something you just quit on, and what was the outcome? Were you rewarded, or is there regret? Was it something you're glad you did, or do you wish you had put more effort into it? What would you do differently if given the same option today?
I think part of being human is being imperfect, but still we have the idea or stereotype of a perfect body, perfect friends, perfect love.. Do you think is our duty to try to reach that perfection or we should stay happily imperfect?
Is this an attitude we've developed because we don't want to deal with the gravity of certain mistakes? Aren't mistakes supposed to be a little embarrassing? I think that's how you learn a lesson from it, and not to do it again.
Is this another byproduct of political correctness?