Perfectionism is a disease, I’m pretty sure of it, and being ambitious can become toxic at times. I think it has become natural to constantly live for the next milestone, yearning for the next hurdle.
I often find myself possessed by the feeling of “I’ll be happy when”, believing in my heart that the next achievement will galvanise my self-worth, only to get there and realise that the void has not been filled.
I have learned that many of us need to drink in the good moments. Our victories of today are often the very things that our past selves prayed for, and we must remember that.
We’re all human, we can’t run the marathon in one stride, but we CAN continue to put one foot in front of the other.
Conor out
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