After writing the last blog entry I realised how unattainable my true life goal is - to be perfect.

Without having to delve into the discussion of what perfection means, yaddi yadda, just the idea itself represents insanity and highly possibly guarantees a life of hardship, no??

Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing this to myself.

I'm struggling to find the balance between, being ambitious in life, and being comfortable with what I am now. Somebody please enlighten me?

I want to feel more relaxed and comfortable with myself, be grateful with what I have. I wish I could talk less about me at parties and get into comfortable conversations with people to find out who they are. And then all these wishes just lead to one thing - I want to be perfect. In my standard anyway.

But I can't be perfect, nobody can, right?

I'm going around in circles. It's getting late and I'm practicing this thing called 'sleep early' so I'm heading to bed. Maybe leave this topic for another day.