Sisyphus, dark in heart, defiant of gods
condemned to roll the same rock out of a pit forever
his ego fixed on perfect schemes
Chained to the bottom of an impossible pit
punishment in a never-ending cycle
perfectionists are the penitent
rolling up but never out
Escape the pit
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Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. -Salvador Dali
Sisyphus was a King who was sharp but he was too clever and dark for his own good. Guests visiting the palace were sometimes killed, violating customs of hospitality, angering Zeus himself.
The Oracle of Delphi was once consulted on how to kill a brother. Sisyphus believed himself smarter than the Gods and gamed the system. This happened once to often, the Gods had enough of him.
Sisyphus was condemned to roll a giant rock out of a pit, only to lose that rock and then have to do it all over again. A punishment designed for an overactive ego focused on perfect schemes.
A horrible punishment is not the task or burden,
it's never finishing, reaching closure, or completion,
it's a never-ending cycle, where you "must" prepare,
it's a hustle-and-grind, no starting over elsewhere,
trapped until loved ones put your orders in affair.
Where perfect is a punishment, perfectionists are the penitent.
Perfectionism Prevents Progression
To those who quote “Good is the enemy of great”, remember
Perfect is the barrier to starting, it’s a cousin to “ready”.
Nobody is "ready" to do the hard thing?
We do the hard thing and become more "ready".
Whatever "ready" ever truly meant in terms of life.
Perfectionists are not only are punished by the rolling of their rock,
they're chained to the bottom of this impossible pit like animal stock.
Don't be perfect, Escape the pit.
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