Chasing the ideal is like running in an endless circle: the closer you get, the further away the goal seems. And what is an ideal? We often chase the perfection, losing the real us - with flaws, but alive. This is exhausting, because it gives us constant anxiety: it's not enough yet, it's not like that yet, we still need to be better. Only by stopping and looking inside we can see: the ideal is not a goal, but a prison. True freedom is to be yourself.