Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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Trying

Trying

I was crushed.

By what she said.

"You suck."

She was right.

I did.

I sucked at life.

Trying to be perfect all the time.

There is no trying (h/t Yoda).

There is no perfect.

I tried to detach from the idea of being a perfect person.

Trying to do that is like trying to type this right now.

I kept holding myself to an impossible standard.

I couldn't accept myself unconditionally.

Then I was liberated.

When I stopped trying.

I stopped trying to fix my past.

Fixing my past by trying to perfect my present.

I put the past back.

Back in its place.

Where it belongs.

I started living from a possible future.

One where I could be me.

No matter what that looked like.

No longer having to be perfect.

I could be flawed.

Blemished.

Finally free.

From having to look good all the time.

From trying.