Looking at my previous post and my current post title, I seem to have the inclination to sound philosophical and to preach about life. Certainly not so, I always like to share what is presently in my heart (if I'm in the mood and have time to spare) by writing it out loud. Certainly not to be Aristotle-ish or Benjamin-Franklin-ised, even though I do relish some private moments of reading about philosophy.
Trap. I find it a trap. Booby trap.
Like a mouse being lured by the smell and taste of a piece of cheese on a booby trap. Maybe even a certain Tom waiting nearby!
For me, not knowing the sacrifice that we will make in the course of pursuing something is tantamount to letting oneself to fall into a booby trap slowly. And when the end is achieved, mixed feelings of accomplishment and emptiness may be felt if the foresight of the things that we sacrifice along the way is not realised beforehand.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Perfectionism
Something happened today that got me to be reminded of my perfectionism tendency.
I know everyone makes mistakes every now and then. But I used to beat myself up whenever I step on some sh*t (!), even though I know very well that "good judgement comes with experience, but experience usually comes with bad judgement".
That makes me feel a sense of relief.
If I were to trace it back, I presume that probably stems from my school days - days when I always aim to score well. Not scoring well will make me think like there is a scratch on a piece of great art. Not that I am thinking that striving to be good academically is not a worthy endeavour, it certainly is - because that shows we make effort to unleash our best potential.
And that is it - making that effort is already something to take pride in. Perfectionsim is just being attached to results.
My solution to handle this issue? Ask myself truthfully in the heart whether I have given my best shot, whether what I have done is right, whether it is full of love and does not hurt others (and myself). If so, everything else just does not matter!
I know everyone makes mistakes every now and then. But I used to beat myself up whenever I step on some sh*t (!), even though I know very well that "good judgement comes with experience, but experience usually comes with bad judgement".
That makes me feel a sense of relief.
If I were to trace it back, I presume that probably stems from my school days - days when I always aim to score well. Not scoring well will make me think like there is a scratch on a piece of great art. Not that I am thinking that striving to be good academically is not a worthy endeavour, it certainly is - because that shows we make effort to unleash our best potential.
And that is it - making that effort is already something to take pride in. Perfectionsim is just being attached to results.
My solution to handle this issue? Ask myself truthfully in the heart whether I have given my best shot, whether what I have done is right, whether it is full of love and does not hurt others (and myself). If so, everything else just does not matter!
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