Perfection.
What everyone longs for.
Yet no one achieves.
The perfect life, the perfect human.
Yet no one can receive.
The impossible is what can not be done.
Making yourself have no flaws is a task that can never be won.
Imperfection, the meaning of life.
Is all how you handle it.
Two people, two blocks of wood,
trying to make the strongest tower.
How you assemble it.
How you mend it, and whittle it and carve it.
How you bend and break it and mistake it.
No imperfections then there is no mistakes.
No risks to take.
No bounderies to break.
World seems colorless.
If everyone dare pick up a crayon,
it would all be the same one.
Life and character would be no more.