Only Human

Most people yearn for significance. We push ourselves at everything in hope of achieving something. We hope to be worth something and to have something to hold on to, something we can call ours. For some people, they discover their fortes early in life so growing up is just achievement after achievement. Of course they have their own issues too, but I'm not talking about those right now.

For awhile I thought doing well academically could be my forte. Sure, I'm good at a few other things, but I don't excel in them. I clung on to this belief that academics could be my thing because I saw potential in myself. Mostly, I felt it had more to do with hard work than smarts. Perhaps it isn't so hard right?

So every time I get even a B+, I'd flip. In my most recent set of results, I got more B+s than what I'd consider acceptable according to my standards and my 'standard' states that I cannot have more than one B+. This really broke me because it hit me that I'm really just average...again. This realisation is in real conflict with my perfectionist syndrome.

After such horrifying results, I decided I had to let go. I had to stop letting it define my worth and make it my thing, because it's not. I had to stop treating every B+ like a dagger through my stomach or I'd be dead before I graduate with a degree. Few weeks after receiving those results, I pushed myself into writing again, just hoping to bury myself in my world of words and find my worth.

I know I've been putting my worth in all the wrong places. I've allowed unstable frivolity to define me, pressuring myself unnecessarily. Knowing is one thing, changing is another. It is difficult to recalibrate such thoughts. It is as if I just found out that I'm only human. Now I have to learn to accept myself for who I am.

PS: I'm not giving up my spirit of excellence. I'm just cutting myself some slack and learning to be more realistic.

PPS: I thought long and hard about whether to post this on the www because being this honest makes me feel vulnerable and I'd hate that. But when I struggled with this, I felt better knowing I wasn't alone. Maybe someone going through the same thing would read this and find comfort knowing he/she is not alone too.