Perfect makes me worried.
Perfect is a tyran. Perfect is holding me back. Perfect makes me less productive.
I wanna fight perfect, I want to be able to create freely, like when I was a kid and I didn’t worry about any standards. I wanna shut perfects mouth. I wanna feel alive. I’m gonna take charge and rock my own world!
I’m gonna tell perfect he doesn’t exist; There is no perfect, only wholeheartedness!
Today I’m gonna search my heart, be real honest and make sure that what I do, is really what I want to do, something I believe in.
With full commitment, doing something wholeheartedly, there is no room left for doubt. I got the space to my self, room to reach full potential, I become perfect!
Perfect is dead; long live perfect!