The Paradox of Perfection: Admitting My Mess to Find We're All the Same
Description
I often find myself in peculiar moments where I openly share just how insecure I am. These conversations become even stranger when others respond with surprise, saying, "You feel that way? I thought it was only me." It turns out we all feel lost. Despite being a professor—someone who's supposed to have answers—I frequently wonder what exactly I'm meant to profess. The truth is, we're all a bit messed up inside.
If I had everything figured out, I'd gladly share the secret. I'd probably be wealthier and feel more together than I do now. But since I don't, I want to remind you not to be so hard on yourself. You're certainly not alone. The only guarantee I can offer is that you're one of many who feel insecure and broken. And maybe, just maybe, that's something we can all find comfort in.
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