As we see Rama getting judged for every decision he makes by gods and mortals alike, we realize that being perfect is a struggle but that is his battle for claiming to be one who commits no faults. I see this fear of failure and mistakes everyday at school. Overachieving kids becoming depressed because they don’t quite fit the image they have of perfection in their mind. Whether this is body weight, intellect, or talent, my peers and friends lose themselves as they try to achieve an unattainable goal. When I was in third grade, I struggled with reading and writing. Comparing myself to my classmates, I felt like an embarrassment. I used to sit for hours after school, trying to understand the words on the page or rewriting cursive lettering over and over so it resembled my friends’. I was unhappy and I felt like a failure. My mistakes, shortfalls, struggles are all part of who I am today. I now love reading, but never forget that little girl who through a book across the room because she couldn’t understand it. That little girl is still a part of me. I realized I don’t have to be perfect because perfection is overrated. At some point in my life, I was done with never being happy with who I was and I gave up on the pursuit of perfection. Everyone makes mistakes and has faults, even gods. This is how the readers and I connected with Rama, not through his heroic
As we see Rama getting judged for every decision he makes by gods and mortals alike, we realize that being perfect is a struggle but that is his battle for claiming to be one who commits no faults. I see this fear of failure and mistakes everyday at school. Overachieving kids becoming depressed because they don’t quite fit the image they have of perfection in their mind. Whether this is body weight, intellect, or talent, my peers and friends lose themselves as they try to achieve an unattainable goal. When I was in third grade, I struggled with reading and writing. Comparing myself to my classmates, I felt like an embarrassment. I used to sit for hours after school, trying to understand the words on the page or rewriting cursive lettering over and over so it resembled my friends’. I was unhappy and I felt like a failure. My mistakes, shortfalls, struggles are all part of who I am today. I now love reading, but never forget that little girl who through a book across the room because she couldn’t understand it. That little girl is still a part of me. I realized I don’t have to be perfect because perfection is overrated. At some point in my life, I was done with never being happy with who I was and I gave up on the pursuit of perfection. Everyone makes mistakes and has faults, even gods. This is how the readers and I connected with Rama, not through his heroic