Perfection

Lately I've been thinking, and I've come to realize that no matter how many times we run or how many times we try to start over, the past is still there. It doesn't matter how bad or how good it is, its there and it affects who we are as people and as friends, family and significant others. We live life thinking everything is going to go our way, that everything will turn out perfectly, and because of that we won't have to worry or work at having a good life. But then, something comes crashing down, and we withdraw into ourselves, and often begin to believe that nothing will ever go right, and that we may as well be lying somewhere, dead and alone. We think about how no one cares, and about how if we had just been better people, then maybe we would have stood a chance at being happy and living a perfect life. In truth, I think we need to realize that life isn't perfect, and dwelling on our mistakes will only make us more bitter than we need to be, not to mention the extra hurt that dwelling on the past will no doubt cause. Life is never perfect, and expecting it to be will only be setting yourself up for disappointment and more pain and suffering. So everybody needs to realize perfection is over rated, and having the little differences and changes in our plans is what makes life worth living