Initially, we are lead to believe it is a positive tool.
It has a beautifully deceptive way of presenting like a friend.
At first; it is assisting.
Obsession encourages you to explore your true potential. Relentlessly you work, consumed by the promise of perfection.
But as you work, the distance only gets greater. What may have once seemed complete, is but a mess of varying attempts.
It begins to inhibit. Preventing you from self satisfaction.
It is the voice which tells you; it is near completion, near perfection, but not quite final.
We allow it to inhibit us from the very thing we set out to do.
And thus, we should ask. Is it a friend at all?
Perhaps we must admit, it is not the encouraging friend we thought we had enlisted; it is oppressive, protective.
Regardless; we continue to seek out its facade of “assistance”.
It inhibits our success, yet in turn, it inhibits our failures.
Should we fail to put ourselves at risk, we are no longer at risk of rejection.
Perhaps then; it is a friend.
It is not the friend you once thought; the friend your mum loves to invite to family dinner. The friend you trust with your anxieties.
It is the friend your mum just isn’t sure about, the friend that doesn’t understand why you need other friends.
We allow it to transform our perspective,
Suspend us in time.
It is not until we deconstruct this relationship that can we see there was no friend at all,
On one hand, aspiring to be what we know we can be,
On another, halting our potential to try.
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