Perfection is an illusion

Let's strive to death; in effort to achieve our unreal dreams. 

It is our dream to become perfect in everything we do. In efforts to transform this dream into a reality, we struggle day and night. Learn and practice round the clock, like we have known it for life. We wake up and promise ourselves to give our best today, but at night, often crawl disappointed in our beds, because we feel we haven't done enough.

This urge of perfection leaves us helpless. We want to achieve so much, but we feel the time slipping. We are so hopeful at one moment and so hopeless at another. It become a weird bond, in which you can't unravel what's righ or wrong. You try to do everything you can do to achieve that goal, without realizing that it is only a desire. A thirst of an unreal thing. 

It's a human made thing which God didn't want in us. He knew how destructive it could become. He knew how unachievable it can be. He knew and thus, didn't create it in us, for us. But we wished for it against His will. And so we all suffer in this unexplainable journey to the perfection only to find it a dream. 

 "It is the unreal enemy which starves us all to death."