Waiting for perfection

“In a few years, things will be perfect when I can...” I caught myself thinking earlier. I’ve thought similar things before, but something about this phrasing triggered another part of my brain. “Hold the fuck up. What the hell are you talking about?” it replied. I then thought more carefully about the original statement, and the ridiculousness of it became obvious. Firstly, why would I want things to be perfect? I’m 27 years old. Even if it takes me 5 years to achieve this thing that promises perfection, I’ve still got (probably) another 50 years of a boring perfect life. That sounds awful.

The second, more important objection, is that obviously things won’t be perfect when I’ve achieved whatever goal I’m currently working on. At that point, the perfection threshold just moves to the next goal.

So what’s the point then? That’s an excellent question. I guess it’s true that the journey is more important than the destination. There’s no point waiting to achieve goals before being happy/perfect/whatever other emotion you are holding out for? That’s just such a disappointing answer. Surely there’s more to this than just an old cliche that everyone already knows?

Unfortunately I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’ll come to me in another angry outburst from a hidden part of my brain.