We're funny creatures. We spend everyday in the pursuit of an ultimate objective : to achieve perfection in whatever we do, however elusive it may be. Ironically in reality, perfection is the ultimate state of imperfection. Because when you are finally perfect, there's nothing left for you to improve on, to accomplish, to dream about. Whats the point of living then? 'perfect' is an illusion. Living things have spent millions of year's in evolution. Yet today, no living being is immortal. No being is the ultimate predator.

Yet, this is the cruel nature of reality. Because we cannot be perfect, we're all born into a rat race. We live our entire lifespans in a never ending cycle trying to improve ourselves both physically and mentally, never satisfied with what we have. Because when the day comes that we're totally contented with what we have, then on that day, the thrill of life disappears.

Yet, while we're imperfect, we complain and sulk about it. We get depressed and sad about it. So ultimately, we try to strike a balance. A perfect balance. And that idea itself is flawed since there's no such thing as a perfect.

We can only live life trying to be better than what we were yesterday. Physically, mentally, socially.

my watch finally came today. Cant wait to try it out tomorrow :)

some things seem so near.
yet they can be so far away from you.
Ironically, reality is sometimes elusive

Its the same in fighting.
No kick is perfect,
No punch is perfect,
No opponent is perfect,
No fighter is perfect.
Because it can always be better