Everything's Okay
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| I don't know what the hell this is, but I googled imperfection and it looked cool. |
I started that work because I like helping people. I still like helping people. I want people around me to have a chance to be at ease and to know that everything's okay, even if it's kinda messed up. It's something I struggle with at times, but when I see other people struggling with it, I know how to help them and I naturally help myself by extension. Helping other people can be a form of psychotherapy for both the therapist and the client.
I really think everything -- our sanity and happiness -- comes down to how deeply we know that everything's okay, and how well we're able to maintain that knowledge in the face of panic-inducing fear. Calling it "knowledge" is a misnomer because it makes you think you have to think it and force it into your head. That'll never work, because the premise it's based on is that everything's not okay and needs to be fixed through rationalization.
I think we all naturally know that everything's okay and that we're okay, and that other people are okay. That insight is already embedded within us. It just takes the right amount of attention and direction to realize it. And patience. But maybe most of all, it takes someone who believes that things are really okay: a parent, a mentor, a friend, a therapist, a sibling; someone to look at you with conviction and tell you with their words and with their body language that everything's cool and that it's okay to be imperfect. That's a very sacred responsibility.