Thoughts On Perfection

As men we aspire to perfection The slim sliver of impossible which lies between infallibility and the outskirts of non existence, Searching for its proof for the mere chance at having it define us, For other adjectives have become beneath us in our own evolution Thus we strive for a deity's temperament and assume equality with unseen irony Disregarding humility, nobility, desirable work ethic, and other essential virtues, For each becomes viewed as inferior to the extravagant identity we have stolen, While conventional attributes such as pride and confidence are escalated to frailties Too ignorant on our quest for best, to notice the change of our views, As visions of tomorrow become stepping stones to a more myopic sight, Belittling the very allure of being mortal, by denying ourselves wisdom through experience, For no future mistakes means no future period which condemns us to our present self, In retrospect, which reiterates the ironic truth of the entire self perceived perfection, Our only perfection is our constant evolution, as it was at birth, it shall be through death, The continuous cycle of ignorance to knowledge, For if man does find the treasure of this desire, Man will still be man and nothing more, With only the potential of failure as motivation, Thus, abandoning the sweet taste of accomplishment, the soft touch of achievement will be never more, For perfection has only itself to aspire to, and only its inevitable demise to be a last sight, A demise that happens at the moment of assumption, For to be perfect is to be flawed temporarily, A fact that holds true even to the assumed perfect which is unseen to him, thus ending his identity, Therefore, he who holds himself as infallible, Disregards hope, Disregards logic, Disregards truth, disregards companionship, Abandoning his mortal life to become excluded, Selling his realization of humanity for the price of a label that will never be proven to others, Watching us live a life he wants, but still has, Unable to see his flaws, he has become less than all, Thus the "perfect" person, lives in perfect misery