Sometimes I really think that the ultimate goal in human life is balance.
We are naturally hypocritical creatures made up of conflicting qualities, aiming to achieve perfection when our circumstances scream "impossible" at every turn. We avoid being what society deems to be unacceptable, and embrace the qualities we feel will be approved of by loved ones and strangers alike. Some claim to not care what people think, yet dress to conform and find themselves in the limelight of popularity amongst their peers. Others openly admit to caring too much what people think, yet secretly embrace what makes them different.
Our characters are a conundrum to ourselves, and yet we seek understanding from foreigners to our every thought. We want to belong yet we aren't at home in our own mind. We want the world to accept us, yet we live our daily lives in denial about the parts of ourselves we want to hide. We practice loving others, but it is without substance. We expect acceptance, but we do not treat ourselves like the delicate creatures we want others to embrace us as.
One of the biggest keys to balance, bliss, and almost-perfection, is the most illogical one out there. It is only when we truly embrace the things we hate, that we learn to love ourselves and all that is around us. It is only through acceptance that we make change - and yet we have been taught a much more stubborn and more seemingly logical way for so long, that this sort of thing becomes difficult to accept - leave alone practice.