I used to dream
of a picture perfect life.
Perfect house, perfect kids,
perfect job.
Then I realized that perfection
is unattainable,
and I made the catastrophic mistake
of trying to look perfect instead.
The mental strain
of pretending to be someone I wasn't
took its toll,
and separated me from joy.
No one has
a picture perfect life,
although it may seem that way
from the outside.
Life can be wonderful,
beautiful and good,
but never perfect,
and that's okay.
So I tore up the picture
of the life I thought I'd have
and found joy
in the one I've been given.
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