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Originality Is The Real Perfection



You are a painter, so you see a painting and you think it's better than yours, so you trash yours.
You are a poet, so you read a poem and you think it's better than yours, so you trash yours.
You are a writer, so you read a story and you think you could have done better, so you trash yours.
You are a designer, so you see a dress and you think it's finer than yours, so you trash yours.
You are a friend, so you get a gift for a love one and someone else buys something different and you think it's better than yours, so you trash yours.
You are a child, you have a toy but you see your friend with another and you think it's more cool, so you trash yours.
You are a lady, so you see another woman's partner and you think he's more successful and handsome than yours, so you trash yours.
You are a husband, so you see another man's wife and you think yours is ugly, so you become trash.


The list goes on and on and on until...

You meet someone and you feel they are better than you, but you don't trash yourself, instead you work on yourself until you upgrade.

In our quest to be better than the next person we fail to understand that we are and will remain undefeated in our uniqueness, if only we will quit seeing life as a competition but a marathon and stop seeking perfection and instead find satisfaction from within.

Let's love and appreciate our unique way of doing things because at the end, perfection is competition but originality is satisfaction.

Originality is the real perfection.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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