Best: (adj) of the most excellent, effective, or desirable type or quality.
The most miserable, unfulfilling, angry, jealous and confusing moments in my life were when I believed I was pursuing the “best.”
I suppose that’s because I feel they’re always moving my keys.
Do you know what I mean?
You come home, you lay your keys on the counter (and you’re damn sure you did) and you come back and they’re gone. Your first instinct is to believe that someone has come and taken your keys and placed them somewhere that they thought would be best.
Truth is, most of humanity does not pursue their own best, but only feels they have insight on what I should pursue to get my best.
So politicians, preachers, pundits and personalities of all shapes and forms preach to me their permutation of what is really perfect.
I’m tired of perfect.
I hate perfect.
Matter of fact, if I believed Jesus was perfect, I would completely comprehend the crucifixion. He would have been too annoying to keep around.
Candidly, I have spent so much time worrying about the best that I’ve often missed the chance … to just get better.