Here is a model of the good, the bad, and the ugly that I drew tonight on a whim:



I don't have the passion or patience to be an arteest, but I can draw geometric shapes in understandable combinations. The highly symbolic approach usually works a little better in the form of poetry; in other words, I think an explanation of this dynamic doodle is in order:
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Perfection. It's an elusive ideal, but that doesn't diminish its effect on everything and everyone in this world. As a disillusioned perfectionist in a family of perfectionists, I should know.

For the sake of argument, I'm going to put forth the following theory: Everyone is looking for perfection.

Exhibit A: Watch a wide selection of TV and/or movies. Look at the covers (just the covers) of the tabloid magazines in the grocery store. Follow some celebrities on social...

Tonight I was out alternately jogging and walking. When I reached a straight, flat road (much of my usual course involves hills), I ran. I ran until it felt like my legs were pumping independent of my direction. I ran the fastest I've run in months, if not at least a year. It was as if for those few minutes, my body took over and pushed me to the limits of my strength, showing off what I'm now capable of. It felt like pure exhilaration. When I reached the bend in the road at the hill's base, I slowed...

Musing while looking up at the stars is the cliche to end all cliches - yet it never actually gets old. With each generation a new group of stargazers walks the Earth.

A couple nights ago I was out jogging, and I came upon a part of the street where the trees fall back and no streetlights interfere with a clear view of the sky above. I've walked and run there often, but that night as I came into the clearing, Orion, standing upright, burst into my view so suddenly I had to stop. In...

You know you've written enough, not once you've reached a certain word count, but once you've said everything you need to say.

You know you've eaten enough, not once your plate or the table are empty, but once you are no longer hungry.

You know you've slept enough, not once you reach a round number of hours, but once you awaken refreshed.

You know you've loved enough, not once your relationship lasts for a year or ten or once you've completed a friendship...