What happens when flaws become the very path of my growth? I notice how easily ideals of perfection create their obstacles—the pressure to avoid mistakes becomes another form of clinging, another layer of self-judgment.

Could engagement rather than avoidance be the more resolving approach? Not the desperate attempt to never fall back but the willingness to witness my failing as it forms. The gentle noticing that gradually transforms without force or suppression.

What shifts when “I shouldn’t have done that” becomes “Let’s see if I can notice this a bit earlier next time”? One creates internal division and shame; the other creates space for insight and potential change—one fights against reality, and the other works with it.

It’s got me stuck, and I’m tore back…

The acceptance that sees clearly without condoning or condemning—isn’t this quite different from resignation? Not giving up on improvement but releasing the demanding perfectionism that paradoxically makes improvement more difficult.

How strange that “perfection” might actually mean embracing imperfection—not the achievement of flawlessness but the compassionate inclusion of flaws within a larger wholeness. The sunny days and cloudy days are both included in the same life.

Catch the mist, catch the myth, catch the mystery, catch the drift!

What about those noble ideas that seem to demand impossibly high standards? Could they be just exaggerations to inspire my movement in me lest I would otherwise remain static? Provisional rather than ultimate, contextual rather than absolute.

Everyone might have met the urge to follow impossible ideals but also have seen the freedom of real acceptance. Everyone could perhaps know the habit of harsh self-judgment and the potential ease of gentle, consistent presence.

You are always welcome.