When does it matter that I'm not perfect? It always seem to matter that I'm not perfect when things are bad. It never seems to matter that I'm not perfect when things are good. When things are good they're always perfect, but at the same time perfection doesn't exist. Seems like a contradictory believe and value system to me. It says that good = perfect, bad = imperfect and everything = imperfect. So since good is part of everything then good = perfect and imperfect.
It's no wonder we experience existential crises and depression when:
- What we strive for doesn't exist;
- Achieving something gives us mixed feelings;
- Nothing is ever purely good but we believe it should be;
- Nothing is ever good enough for our ideas;
- We have to accept that nothing we do will be good = perfect.
I see now why people choose not to have children at this time.
What would we replace this confusing belief system with?