This is not a story but an experience of myself.
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I always wanted my things to be perfect. Even if it was my poems or the silly things that I did. But in my quest for perfection, I never really enjoyed the happiness that came with it. Whenever I drew something, for instance, I always wanted it to be like Da Vinci's. Even though I knew I was not a ‘big’ artist or a poet, I still desired to be one. Instead of enjoying the art, I often doubted myself. And that's a problem. I didn't know why I wanted perfection. I was so busy chasing happiness that I didn't realize it was already inside me. All this time, my happiness and peace were in the small little things that I adored, in the people who felt like home, or in the people who were home.

So, I stopped running and looked back at the paths I had taken, the ones that left me with regrets. Yes, the pain caused by regression is intense. But I forgave myself. I decided to embrace my true self and little rays of confidence and self-love began to shine inside me. And I'm proud of myself. By chasing happiness and perfection, I discovered my inner self. Maybe that's what self-discovery truly is. And the best part?
I'm happy :)


© anotherdeadpoet