If you are wondering what my "why" is, have a look at this poem. I…
Letting go of perfection
The strive for perfection enables us to develop our excellence and achieve many results. That is unless it is too conditioned to being loved, and then it can become a burden, a yoke. And then it becomes difficult to enjoy the process of life, the process of learning or simply of being. Ir can be a life-long journey : learning to let go of the need to control one’s image and one’s actions in order to conform. Keeping up the appearances is exhausting and sometimes you get lost.
This is what happened to a client of mine. Working on this issue enabled her to enjoy more freedom and to start discovering what she likes and not what she believes people expect from her.
The obligation to be
Smothered
Without the right to be
The adult to become,
You lose yourself
From compliance
To compliance.
Exhausted
With all that doing
Without the right to be,
You lose yourself
From obligation
To obligation.
The duty of perfection
Weighs on you.
Forsaken
Not knowing who to be
The right to be
The right to know oneself
You lose yourself
From knowing to knowing.
From secret to secret.
The love of motherhood
Weighs on you.
Dismissed
The right to be
To be without pretending
You lose yourself
From conquest to conquest
From husband to lover.
It weighs on you
The need to please a man.
Exhausted
The control of being
Being without markers
You lose yourself
From precaution
To precaution
Being so reasonable,
It weighs on you.
Le droit d'être
Etouffée,
Sans le droit d’être
L’adulte à naître,
Tu te perds
De conformité
En conformité.
Etre bon soldat
Te pèse tant!
Epuisée
De tout ce faire
Sans le droit d’être,
Tu te perds
D’obligation
En obligation.
Le devoir parfait
Te pèse tant!
Oubliée
De savoir qui être.
Le droit d’être,
Le droit de se connaître.
Tu te perds
De savoir en savoir,
De secret en secret.
L’amour de mère
Te pèse tant!
Ignorée,
Le droit d’être,
D’être sans paraître.
Tu te perds
De conquête en conquête
De mari en amant.
Plaire à l’homme
Te pèse tant!
Epuisée,
Le contrôle d’être,
L’être sans repères.
Tu te perds
De précaution
En précaution.
Etre toute raison
Te pèse tant!