We're all chasing perfection, every single one of us, and we'll never reach it. We know that, and yet we run; continuously, tirelessly, day after day, year after year. We spend our lives chasing this light, this idea. A slippery ideal that can never be caught. Some say they've touched it, and maybe they have, but nobody has ever held on.
It's good to chase perfection. We should be running after ideals. It's what we live for; something higher, greater, beautiful, perfect. But the perfection we chase needs to be the right kind. It can't be of this world, of our dirty souls, our cuts and bruises, our humanness. No, it has to be something bigger, something stronger, something greater than anything we ourselves can conjure. After all, if we could stir it up on our own, what more would there be to chase?
It's good to chase perfection. We should be running after ideals. It's what we live for; something higher, greater, beautiful, perfect. But the perfection we chase needs to be the right kind. It can't be of this world, of our dirty souls, our cuts and bruises, our humanness. No, it has to be something bigger, something stronger, something greater than anything we ourselves can conjure. After all, if we could stir it up on our own, what more would there be to chase?