Perfectionism ?!

So drawing is another lost passion of mine as I’m used to quitting things more than diving into their most inner dimension. Not out of boredom , or out of cowardice , but rather out of the fear of imperfection! I hate the fact that I've never been satisfied with whatever I do, since I never settle for less than uniqueness and perfectionism. The Kind of perfection that I never found in myself, but yet endlessly seeking for.. Will I ever find it though ?! Or should I be asking .. Will I ever see the perfection that lies beneath my skin, and behind my true colors ?!