Throughout your life you are striving,
Striving to get better,
Get better in things you enjoy.
Some may play sport,
Some play music,
Some paint pictures,
Some write words.,
The choice is almost infinite
But no matter which is your choice
You have an aim,
The aim to perfect whatever you do.
Always strive towards it
But it is impossible,
As if you reach perfection,
Where, in your life, do you go?
For what do you aim?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2017 01:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write. Yes, seems so - if we 'arrive', then where to next? What to do next? 'Perfectionism' can be a psychological thing.
How do I know that word this time of the morning?! (about 9 a.m. UK time).
Thanks Orchi.
There is never true perfection, I guess. But, it is the journey, isn't it? I try to learn more along the way so there is always something on the back burner to accomplish. Thanks for this thought this morning Goldfinch!
Very true, the journey is the way we learn about our lives and the way we go forward.
Well written and expressed Great write
Thanks Tony, much appreciated.
Welcome
I always aim to improve towards the ultimate goal which I know is unattainable but I keep striving - just to improve is a goal in itself and there is always room for that.
So very true, we must always keep trying to improve in all ways in our lives.
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