Life always slips by, it doesn't really matter what makes you happy, whether it's gaining influence or amassing wealth, you're always left with a sense that other people could have lived your life way better than you did.

Even the people that you look up to have that same clumsiness, that same wish for perfection sticking to the back of their skulls. You might even say that the dissatisfied someone is with their lives, the harder they probably worked in order to have other people look up to them. The celebrity phenomenon in our civilization stems from idolatry, the pretense that something or someone can be perfect, outside of the laws of nature that you are subjected to, you imperfect being, you.

Some people basically lie about perfection being real, because of their own wishful thinking and pursuit of perfection and transcendence. You realize this but you wonder if lying would actually make you happier, because you'd be coasting on other people's dreams instead of stomping your own into the ground.

Your brain probably ages slower than your body, being grown up only means being confident. Why do you respect confidence, though, when you know that its just a social game of pretend?

Happiness and life are two separate things. Society creates happiness, whereas life creates society through our own sentiments of imperfection.
In my mind, letting go of perfection is a happier life.