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A Little Off.

If everything aligned, it would be perfect, but it doesn’t. I do everything right, follow the steps, put in the effort, but still, something always seems to be missing. It’s frustrating, feeling like I’m always so close, but never quite there. 

I try to be patient, to remind myself that not everything works out the way I want, but it doesn’t make it easier. I look around and wonder why it seems to come together so effortlessly for others, while for me, things are always just a little off.

Maybe it’s the timing, maybe it’s luck, or maybe some things are just never meant to line up perfectly. But that thought doesn’t really bring much comfort. I just keep moving forward, hoping that eventually, the pieces will fall into place. It’s hard not to get tired, though, when I’m constantly adjusting, trying to make things fit when they don’t.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m holding on too tightly to this idea of perfection, if maybe it’s not about everything being perfect but learning how to live with things as they are. Either way, I keep going, waiting for the moment when, finally, everything feels right.

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