Wonderment

Idealism....


Something we all strife to reach, yet are always short of the peak; just a few feet from the crag, in which we can pull ourselves up to our absolute potential. However, as with mountains, our ideal selves are always changing, whether it be slow erosion or a swift avalanche. So how do we choose to fail?

The Human is always searching for new goals. When you peel off the superficial lining of the human psyche, you will discover that we can never be truly happy with ourselves, as we are constantly creating new expectations for conscious- higher plateaus for our mountains. Maslow's theory on Idealism is truly a mystery. Humans want to become their potential, but underneath the skin of the conscious desires lies a need to achieve a greater piece of mind.

The painter who paints masterpieces that gain display at the Louvre discovers that his talent his no longer makes him happy. He believes he was born with one purpose, but his sudden hatred for his art only leads to depression and his depression only weakens his reputation. Eventually he becomes emotionaly nothing, as he has not yet understood that Humans are constantly changing individuals. What I am stating is that we should not be confined to our talents. We should learn as much as we can and look past our God-given talents. Sadly, the painter should have moved on.

Take chances and be curious, but understand that individual perfection is a paradox, as no soul on this planet has achieved it and thus, don't strife for it. Bathe in the waters of your individuality, do what you love, and don't be confided to your potentials. Perhaps I am wrong, maybe there are a handful of perfect-beings out there whom are no longer curious. No longer attaining goals. No longer fulfilling themselves with their accomplishments. I hope I am wrong.

Being perfect would suck.