Coty

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  • Coty Reynolds

  • 23 / Female
  • um..., Washington, US
  • Last Login: 11/28/2009

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"Perfect I am perfect, I am not perfect, but I am playing a game pretending that I am perfect. I play the game with people because I think that they want me to be perfect. Playing the game is hard work because the more I play the more I think people expect me to be perfect And the more I am reminded that I am not perfect. The more I play, the more other people think that I think I’m perfect. The more people think that I think I’m perfect, the more they are reminded that they are not perfect. The more they are reminded that they are not perfect, the more inadequate they feel and the more they Feel that they need to play a game pretending that they are perfect, too Pretty soon, we are all perfect. We are not perfect, but we are all playing a game pretending that we are perfect. We play that we are strong, that we are smart, that we are brave, that we have everything under control. We are all playing a game. We are playing at not playing a game, but we are playing a game. Playing the game is hard work. But admitting that it is hard work would be admitting that we are really not perfect, but only playing a game pretending to be perfect. Because if we were really perfect then it would not be hard. But it is hard. It is hard because we are not perfect. Not being perfect is easy, But when everyone else is playing the game pretending to be perfect, it is hard. What would happen if we stopped playing the game and simply accepted not being perfect? If we admitted that we are not always strong, or smart, or brave, That we don’t always have everything under control? What would they say? Would they say, “Don’t bother us with your imperfections, we are busy, We are playing being perfect and you don’t fit in.”? Or would they see our imperfections and feel close to us. Close because sometimes they feel the same way. Close because we really share the same “imperfections”. Is it possible that we are playing being perfect to be accepted and loved, But that we will only find acceptance and love When we stop playing the game? It takes a lot of courage to stop playing the game. Congratulations for having the courage. To me, you are perfect." (found at http://www.sherirosenthal.com/toltecforum/index.php?showtopic=4) Myspace 2.0 Layouts - Myspace Graphics - Image Hosting
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