I have always been annoyed with the pressure to be happy always. And the need to be perfect.
I am not happy but I can still go on living. I don’t have a perfect life but I can still be fulfilled.
The perfect is boring, the end of all being. With no more room for change and improvement, perfection is a pretty but plastic flower.
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It’s bad enough when we can’t meet our own expectations. Why add unnecessary pressure by subscribing to the standards set by others? That is their own measure of happiness, not yours.
Make your own.
Besides, real relationships aren’t supposed to be perfect. Real relationships are messy. Unpredictable.
It will always be by choice if you stay together.
Women, don’t nag men about your dream proposal or dream wedding based on a random or popular stranger’s version of the event. Stop sending passive-aggressive signals. And men, don’t dictate women how they should look and act.
The least that anyone wants is to be compared.
Let each of us do our own thing. Allow each other to love in the best way that each of us knows without comparing or expecting.
Here is a reminder from The Carpenters, “The picture of perfection is only in your mind, for all your expectations, love can never be designed.”