We are a sad living thing, us humans. When we are young, we are presented with an image of perfection which we are then instructed to achieve. What I was forgotten to be taught was that we are actually all different. I do not need to be as good or better than someone else, because there is no way of comparing two people.

The truth is that we are taught to be a whole, perfect individual. But we are formed from many particles. If even one is missing, we are not that perfect image that we should become. Some struggle to find the missing parts in order to be whole, others accept that they are holed and enjoy life as it should be loved.

I find a funny link between whole and hole. As I see it, a whole is a hole that found its w.

I am now struggling to accept that I don’t have to be that shining image that was induced to me when I was little. To absorb the fact that I am perfect just the way I am, because everybody in this world is perfect. And then learn to be happy and feel fulfilled with who I am right now.

I feel that I am always chasing dreams. With failure, it’s simple. I accept failure and move along. I might linger a bit, but I’ll move along eventually. Success is the hardest, because I don’t rejoice it. I just check the tick-box in front of that dream and jump to the next one. I am now trying to learn to slow down, smell the roses, not worrying about anything in the world. Just be here, in this moment, be happy for what I achieved.

It’s hardest when your wholeness depends on someone else. Because in this case, you need that person to be your W. And that is no longer your decision. Good luck with that.