Hopefully you love surprises as well, because here is the first one:

I decided not to reach my goal of posting at least 50 times. The goal just doesn’t matter to me anymore. It did fulfill its purpose (my English really improved) but I’ll probably reduce my internet activities anyway.

Oh yeah, and that comes hand in hand with the second surprise:

I might stop posting on MuscularBrain.com. I might even sell it, depending on the offers I’ll get. So, if you’re interested in buying this website, you may contact me by writing a comment or by using the contact form.

Feels like some new kind of freedom cowboy! Anything’s possible now! Self development did a good job in creating a basis. Now I’m ready to go. Wherever my feet may take me.

The world’s waiting. Hello world! Show me what you got!

Thinking about it got me to write an article about aimless perfectionism, which covers the most basic misconception about perfectionism: Not knowing what being perfect means. You have to know what your perfectionism is all about! This is the first essential step.

But it doesn’t stop at that point. Let’s talk about a concrete negative aspect of perfectionism: The fear of making mistakes.

Almost all perfectionists know the fear of making mistakes. It’s something that constantly troubles you if you are a perfectionist. This constant trouble is the base of almost all other negative effects of perfectionism.

What I found out is: This fear of making mistakes is based on a single misconception. Phew, that’s great thing to hear, isn’t it? This means you can get rid of a lot of negative effects of perfectionism by correcting one misconception!

So how to correct this misunderstanding?

There are no mistakes by nature. So what does making a mistake actually mean? Does it mean failing at a test or getting a bad response to any of your actions? Don’t scream ‘yes’ at that point! If that’s what you mean, then you can’t avoid making mistakes! Mistakes are not about the outcome of your actions. I know, it might be a common definition of making a mistake, but the mass is not always right.

So what does making a mistake really mean? It means not acting according to your beliefs in any particular situation. And that’s something very different. You can always act according to your beliefs.

If you keep that in mind you will get rid of some unnecessary burdens, to say the least. You might need some time to get used to this new conception but once you got used to it, you will enjoy the freedom it causes.

Your perfectionist fears will vanish. And most of the other negative aspects of perfectionism will vanish as well. You will be able to let go and still be a perfectionist. A combination that I myself wouldn’t have thought to be possible some weeks ago.

He was handsome. No sports fanatic but sometimes he put his ass to the gym and worked out to stay in shape.

He was no stupid guy. No Einstein, but smarter than the average person.

And he was living with a lovely family. A little sister, a caring mother, an intelligent father and likeable grandparents. He loved them all.

But there were other persons he liked as well. He had about half a dozen close friends. He loved them all.

But he was not free. And he felt it. He hated it. His feelings limited him.

He felt that all those persons he loved seemed to need him. He felt that they would miss him if he went away. So he couldn’t go away. Imprisoned by his own emotions. He wanted to break out.

But he didn’t want to hurt the feelings of the persons he loved. So how could he ever get rid of his feelings? How can one get rid of limiting feelings towards relatives and friends? …

He shot his sister. She was dead in the blink of an eye. Headshot! Her brain blown out with the first shot.

His parents got killed by one of his two car bombs, his grandparents got killed by the other. They didn’t even notice the death bringing explosion. Like actors who don’t notice if you turn off your television. Making them disappear.

He poisoned all of his close friends. It was that strong kind of poison. They died fast. It happened as abruptly as a car crash. You’re sitting in your car, unhurriedly driving, and a split second later you see the face of death. Jumping right at you. Boom! Then silence.

Nobody suffered. They just died. Disappeared. Fast and certain. Their lifes did just end. And he stopped having limiting emotions.

Finally, he was free! So he went away, searching for a sense.

He visited all different countries, talked to all different kinds of people, observed animals and landscapes, buildings made by humans, bird’s nests, different shapes of clouds, sand and water.

He saw all the beauty of the world, but without love, there was no sense.

“Life without love is no life at all.” That’s what he mumbled with the cold barrel of his loaded gun pressing against the back of his throat, tears running down his cheeks.