Is Perfectionism Blocking Your Happiness?
Recently the popular Facebook page, “The Master Shift” with 3,016,124 followers shared the post below on their page:
The comments were divided among two different kinds of people. The people who thought it was a beautiful message. And those who couldn’t get over the typos.
The post itself is innocuous. But what it reflects is each person’s perception. When you focus on perfection and flaws, you will see more flaws. The people who didn’t focus on flaws received a beautiful message instead.
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Then the other day on my walk. It was a gorgeous, sunny summer day. I was so happy to be outside after several days of rain. I came to the part of my walk where I see, “Joe,” an older volunteer, who has been cleaning the leaves and debris that have collected on the edges of the pavement on a wooded path in the park. I stopped to ask him how he was doing? He said, “I’m good. But, no one cares about this place? The parks department doesn’t care? That’s why I’m out here” (actually, it is a lovely and well-maintained park). I am also grateful to volunteers like Joe, who help keep the park clean. Joe went on to say, “Look at the tree that’s fallen over there. It’s been there for over a month, but they don’t care.”
I looked up and over and see there was a dead tree that had fallen in the wooded, grassy area of the path. I walk on this path nearly every day and never noticed the tree had fallen and looking pretty parched. But as I looked at it, I see it as a part of nature. In the woods, if a tree falls, there aren’t landscapers out there clearing it unless it’s blocking a road. It will eventually break down over time, decompose, and work its way back into the earth the way nature takes care of fallen trees.
There is a beauty to the wild naturalness of nature. I love the ivy that has adorned itself all over the trees. It looks mystical to me. I don’t want them to cut and mow down the periwinkle-colored wildflowers in favor of perfectly manicured lawns. I love walking by them and feeling like I am in a meadow of wildflowers only ten minutes from my apartment in Queens, New York.
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