Personal Reflection:
Perfection is a ghost I’ve chased too long. It never shows up, never pays rent, just haunts every move with the whisper that what I’ve got isn’t enough. I’ve broken myself trying to silence that voice. But cracks don’t mean ruin—they mean survival. They mean you’re still standing after the hit. Let the cracks show. Let the light leak through. Better to ring a fractured bell than die clutching silence in your hands.
Reflective Prompt:
What ghosts of perfection are you still chasing, and what would happen if you let the cracks speak instead?
Memoirs of Madness 
I can see where perfection might fit well in an adversarial situation. Allowing oneself to be flawed makes for more genuine human interactions with other flawed humans. That’s been a difficult one for me.
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For a long time, I would beat myself up for making mistakes. I was so bad it was in everything I did. Work, writing, and art. it was crazy
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I’m glad you found a way out of that loop.
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Great quote Mangus. I gave up looking and accepted what was, then tried to improve on it.
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it’s hard to let go of the concept of perfection, but we are better for it. Here’s the rub, we usually find the perfection we have been looking for. I think it’s a little sweeter when that happens
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