It killed me a little inside.
There is a difference between holding an empty box and a handful of sand with your own bare hands.
You people commonly mistaken us, those with a handful of mountainous of sand in our palm as those who are born with a silver spoon. It took us pain to thrust our hands into the scorching hot sands and lift it all up. We may be deemed to be really lucky to have everything in our lives but we're short of one thing - time. Sands erode and it's a depreciating asset.
On the other hand, those who are holding a box would always stare into that box of theirs and declare that they're worse than us in terms of fate and luxury. I mean what c'mon, it's a promising future for you - so much room for improvement and space to expand. It won't slip away, it could be perfectly tucked into that cardbox of yours. Why the complaint? Because you and your tunnel visioned pair of eyes could only perceive that empty space and not, literally, think outside of the box.
We're not perfectionists, we're just downright afraid. So darn terrified of letting loose of what we've worked so hard to get. We're too careful, we're cursed in that manner.
We're constantly in a try-hard mode.
We're constantly being mistaken. You just don't get it or probably won't. I'll just have to wait until the one day where a staple diet of yours is taken off you, then only it'll hit you - that you're travelling on a promising one-way lane that leads to the cliff; rather than the crossroads, which of course you'll start the endless rant on how you're always feeling directionless since you were in high schools. Or how you did not know why you pick that certain degree from your university.
Do you get it? We run on an hourglass. We can see the end so clear that we're so terrified that we're desperate to treasure everything we have and stay in the present. So much so we would just want to be stagnant and freeze this paradigm shift of time. To top it off, it pisses us off when you don't even try at things and gets sloppy with your life.
I'm not a perfectionist, I just tried so hard that I lose myself sometimes. The mental state of those two does not go in sync.
