Perfectionism is merely an endless treadmill of self-destruction that'll only build momentum until you're running at unsustainable speeds. Rather than remaining a slave to the illusions you perceive as safe, step off the treadmill and live as the piece of art you are: messy, colorful, fluid, and adoptable to change, mistakes, shifts, surprises, pain, and of
course, immeasurable moments of beauty.
It is there, outside the enclosed grey walls of perfect self-imprisonment that you shall
touch the meaning of freedom.