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Imperfectly Perfect














                                             We, naive and fledgling freshmen face a lot as teenagers.
                 “Life is very much like a roller coaster ride” as adults say. We have never ridden that roller coaster
                   before, so it’s obvious that we’ll feel strange and confused all the time, no matter how easy the
                                              challenge is for those who have experienced it before.



                  “Perfection doesn’t exist”. This is the only truth that I believe with my whole heart. Because the
                 things we call perfect aren’t perfect to all of society. So, it’s impossible for us to be ideal to all the
                   population in this world too. Everyone’s thoughts on things are different, because they all have
                    their point of views on everything, regarding the fact that they’ve been through different  life
                                                                           difficulties.



                      I used to have a feeling of being pressured all the time, by myself. From the time that I was
                  younger, I was taught to be perfect. The only rule was that if I’m not perfect, then I can’t live in
                this world which is filled with perfectionists. Mentioned as above, I don’t believe in perfection, but
                                                           I used to try to be, the entire time.


                 Since I turned 13, things started to get tougher and tougher. Things that used to seem easy turned

                 out to be the hardest to accomplish. I don’t know the reason behind all of this,  but the only thing
                  I’ve realized is that I can’t be the flawless girl that every single person wants me to be (including
                 me, myself). I try to be good at everything, but it was impossible for me to acknowledge the entire
                         thing. The more I tried, the more I lost myself as if I was being possessed by a demon.

                 But in the end, I’ve finally realized that being enough for myself is enough. No matter how people

                   insult me. It doesn’t mean that I stopped enhancing myself to be the best, it only means that I
                                                  stopped craving such nonsense called perfection.


                   If  perfection really existed, then the current me would be the best example of it, needless to say
                                                          that no one can be exactly like ME!



      Student here




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