I strongly dislike the word perfect, perfectionist or perfectionism. It is foolish to think anyone or anything is of such state. I don’t label people and I do not like to be labeled, especially with the idea that I am perfect. I am and I do because I try my best. I do not seek perfection. As a child, I remember looking at the world through different lenses. I know that I could focus or move away from the physical world with a certain awarness. I recognized situation, people and life itself as something deeper. I remember, I could especially have this awareness when listening to music. It took me to a space where I totally escaped. It was my favorite activity. Nature, as well, played a big part in my childhood development. Even though, I still feel a type of awareness at my adult age, it is distracted and I have to work harder at it. With that said, I am not perfect; however, I am able to focus on detail. I can easily zoom in, and zoom out to see the whole picture. I don’t just see a person, situation, problem, solution or activity as one, I see all the different parts that make it so. I analyze the beginning, middle and a million ends. I don’t know if it’s a gift or a curse, but I do know that it is me and I can’t change it, even if I tried. So, when someone calls me perfect, or my house, or my outer appearance, or even my life, it makes me quite upset. How can anyone possibly live up to such unrealistic expectation?