Perfection.
There's no such thing.
And yet...
I strive for this imaginary concept every day.
I try to be perfect.
The perfect daughter,
The perfect sister.
The perfect friend,
The perfect lover.
Perfect student,
Perfect teacher,
Perfect reader,
Perfect writer.
Customer; server, client; guide, adviser; partner, driver; pedestrian, listener; storyteller, employee; employer, adult; child.
Tax payer, bill payer, lender, cook, maid, artist, babysitter, gamer, guest, associate, stranger.
Every day. Week in, week out.
I search for something that is not there.
I strive for something that cannot be reached.
And I'm tired.
