Obsession For Perfection
My obsession for perfection drives me crazy
When I wash dishes
not a single dot of dirt is acceptable to me
When I teach my son every word in chapter
I must understand thoroughly
This goes with every job I do
It makes me slow
I have no free time in hand
I wish I were not like this!
There are many who are not perfect
They are living healthy and happy
Is perfection good or bad?
Are we not made up of dust ?
Will be we not mingle with it?
Is not everything temporary ?
Why not take things lightly ?
These questions I ask
Along with my nature and confusion
Life goes on...
March 21, 2021
Inspired by My Obsession contest of Regina McIntosh
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