Is perfection ever attainable? And what exactly is perfection? Is it a word? Or merely a concept? Something that is formulated in our thoughts, impossible to ever attain. I believe that it is our goal, everyday, to ascertain the perfect day, the perfect week, perfect month, perfect year. You get the idea. I'll go even further and say that we strive each and every day to achieve the perfect moment. Then, we try to take that moment and make it last for eternity. Sadly, this impossible, so the chase resumes. I just wonder is it possible? And what is "perfect?" It's a dream. It's a smile. It's a look. It's the purpose for living. It's a quest. And every night, we are left in despair dreaming that tomorrow will be.......perfect.

What happens tomorrow could determine the rest of my life.

Expect the worse and feel no pain.

Ever thought about a moment or series of moments that you wish could live in your heart forever. Tonight, I remembered some "moments." I try not to be one of those people that live in the past, but I just wish, some days, particularly when we need a pick me up, I could go back and just bask in a moment that could last forever. I guess that's how it goes, right? But, you know what I mean. Or maybe, I just wish I could have done things right in the first place. But, there in lies the difference between dreaming and being awake. The difference between fantasy and reality.

It would be nice. It really would be. All I can do is hope.

I'm an idiot. Plain and simple. Funny how some things are so blatantly in front of your face. Sad part is that's it's ancient history. What if it's hopeless to even fathom rectifying? That part stings. Bad.

What does it take to win? It's imperative that you surround yourself with good people. People that you know will stand by you through good times and bad. In the latter, it is then that you will know what you are made of as well as them. They will still be there. Still, there will be those that you surround yourself with that you would like to be included within that circle. But, the harsh truth is you must know when to spot the ones that are counter-productive. You must know to quickly dispatch them from your life. For failure to do so will render the situation as counter-intuitive. The sooner you cut them off, the less pain one will have to endure. It is that and only that which can spell defeat. The ones that are your people will always take care of you and keep you from harm's way. Anyone else is only looking to bring you down and use you to their benefit. In there will lie the true definition of success. And the most beautiful thing is you will do it as one. The "others" will only be able to stand far away and look on with envy. But, it'll never be your problem. Because you won and you always knew you would.

Who's to think one's right? You just get back up, dust ourself out only to find your self growing colder and more stoic. Suddenly, not much bothers you anymore. You meet every shot with a reaction that bears cold and hollow to the very core. You're convince you will never be beaten. The challenge is to convince yourself that what's done is done. Hence, you grow a rough exterior that pierces straight into the heart of the darkness that besets upon us. And the one day there you are. You're no longer the one they once saw. You're a wounded shadow of a hero, worn down and beaten. Now, you're unrecognizable and they see you as you always did, just as you did in that dark room, chained to an eternity consumed by a hollow disposition. Sweet dreams.