Isn’t life supposed to be awesome? Aren’t we supposed to be the wonderfully perfect people that we want to be? How come this isn’t what’s going on? Why aren’t we perfect? Why isn’t life awesome, and perfect, and happy all the time?
I sometimes find my self astounded by what life is really like. Seeing the imperfect, and quite real world in front of me is sometimes discomforting. Yet, there are those who believe they are perfect. They are perfect, and so is everything about them. What have they figured out about the world that allows them to live like this? How do we all become like them? Highly successful, popular, perfect, and ultimately the object of jealousy for everyone. How do they do it?