Sunday, November 13, 2011

The moronic of perfection

 I spent my entire childhood trying to be the grown up; hoping eventually I figured it out. But mostly I have learned from the last three years that “figuring” it out, will never really happen. You just go from day to day hoping that you will not regret a single moment. Because only then you would be come imperfect; flawed in mistakes. 
Mistakes are hopes imperfections; regrets. I regret nothing, therefor I am “perfect.”  

‎"Discipline is the refining fire by which talent becomes ability." 

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