What do you do?  After you realized that "perfect" isn't an option.

There was a a point when I realized that I would never be my "perfect" self.  I had to decide, what I wanted to do, with myself.  With "what was left".  Although I am still exploring what I wish to make of myself, I think that exploration has up until this point largely been positive and successful.

There was a point when I realized that I would never be "good enough".  That it didn't matter how hard I tried or even what I became, because none of that actually made a difference, or mattered.  That realization, of a hope, turned to dream, turned to illusion, and then vanishing.  I had to decide what to do with my leftover feelings.  Perhaps I still am.  There are certain things that trigger those feelings.  Remind me of what I could never achieve, not in a million years.

Again, life always poses the question, "what will you do, with these pieces?"  Which parts of the picture will you attempt to fill in, and how?  Will you stumble and fall?  Will you pick yourself up and move forward?  Or will you simply sit quietly, in the corner?  Ah, well, I guess that last one usually sounds the best, to me.  What am I worth, after all, if I cannot even accomplish the simple act of silence?

What am I worth, if not for that?  If not for "perfect"?