Perfectionism Is A Slow Death. If Everything

Perfectionism Is A Slow Death. If Everything Were To Turn Out Just Like I Would Want It To, Just Like I Would Plan For It To, Then I Would Never Experience Anything New; My Life Would Be An Endless Repetition Of Stale Successes. When I Make A Mistake I Experience Something Unexpected.... When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

Just When I Think I Have Learned The Way To Live, Life Changes And I Am Left The Same. The More Things Change The More I Am The Same. I Am What I Started With, And When It Is All Over I Will Be All That Is Left Of Me.

Don't Fight A Fact, Deal With It.

To Avail Yourself Of His Certain Wisdom, Ask Of Him Whatever Questions You Have. But Do Not Entreat Him, For That Will Never Be Necessary.

For Communication To Have Meaning It Must Have A Life. It Must Transcend "you And Me" And Become "us." If I Truly Communicate, I See In You A Life That Is Not Me And Partake Of It. And You See And Partake Of Me. In A Small Way We Then Grow Out Of Our Old Selves And Become Something New. To Have This Kind Of Sharing I Cannot Enter Into A Conversation Clutching Myself. I Must Enter Into It With Loose Boundaries. I Must Give Myself To The Relationship, And Be Willing To Be What Grows Out Of It.