Perfection is Fleeting

Time is fleeting and we don't have much of it.
Perfection demands so much time that I don't have to spare.
Do this, do that, make it absolutely perfect.
Routine kills.
I will not be a victim.
Failure happens and I whole heatedly accept it.
It keeps me grounded,
keeps my ego in check.
Great things propagate from failure.
Determination accumulates.
I am determined.
Being human is marvelous.
Let's not try and become god-like.
Live in the moment.
Live for yourself.
Love everyone.
Goodnight.

[i]"I am not what i have done, but what i have yet to do.
Not my name.
Not my face.
Not yet....
that is what i have to say to you..."