Letting go of perfect

There is something about the middle of the night. What is it? What is it about the darkness surrounding our sleeping homes while everyone sleeps soundly in their beds? What is it about the peace, tranquility and quietness. The middle of the night is for the type of people who like to get things done- it is a time when you know you can sit relaxed and calm after a long busy day. Look out the window- it's dark, it's black- all except for the glistening stars and shining moonlight.
Soon enough, while trying to finish up today, trying to make today a 'just perfect' day- it will be a new day and you'll be trying to make the new day just right.
It's in middle of the night, your body need its sleep and you're up. Stop for a moment and think, think about what you wanted when you were younger, when were a child. Think of what you dreamt of for yourself. That one dream you've always had. The dream that was so hard to hold onto because dreams are so intangible.
And now suddenly you landed here, in the midst of this big busy world, and you work each day to keep up with everything. And you're doing a great job at it.
It doesn't require us to just be ourselves, it also requires the shaping of others. We don't only work on ourselves we have to help out others as well. That's a hard job and we try to be perfect at it. Now stop again and re-think about when you were younger. You weren't so caught up in trying to be perfect. You were a child who was interested in exploring the world around you- like all children. You sang with the music, and danced in the rain. You were your own person and had your own way of doing the things you wanted to get done. Being who you are is not easy. We all need someone, every once in a while to tell us what an amazing job we are doing- just being who we are.
As you get older, finish school and star to work you become part of a gigantic community of people who all wanted to be perfect and what they were doing.
And when you start watching others you start to feel like you have to keep up and at times it seems effortless… only it's not.
Nothing meaningful or amazing comes out of imitations. What's really hard and really great is giving up on being perfect.
The middle of the night brings clarity. I can sit for hours with my head on my pillow staring into the darkness thinking of all I've done today. Thinking of how to make tomorrow amazing. Thinking of doing something tomorrow that I should've done today. Thinking of what to do to make me a better me. But mostly thinking about the things and people I love, everyone needs love. Love that you give to others is amazing. And love is the only thing that truly is perfect.