You don't need to be blissed-out all of the time.
You don't always need to be certain, or right.
You don't need to be at peace all the time, or joyful all the time.
You don't need to be anything, in fact - since you are everything, and there is room for everything, here in the vast and unchanging ocean of Being that you are, an ocean that is radically open to all of those waves of experience as they arise and dissolve.
You are the backdrop of stillness in an ever-changing gossamer world, where nothing remains fixed and where all edges and boundaries are subject to decay and dissolution and mystery.
You are what remains when all is gone, even the idea "all is gone" and "I am what remains".
What holds all of it, allows all of it?
What cannot be doubted, even when there is doubt?
What is reading these words right now?
What is trying to understand them?
This is not the perfection of the mind, not "the perfect life" or
"the perfect body" or
"the perfect experience" or
even "the perfect moment",
but the perfection that is the absolute embrace of all of this, exactly as it is - the embrace you already are.