Perfection Poem by Vasto Grom

I was once asked what I thought of perfection, I replied 'I despise perfection for a truly simple reason. Mankind has always strove to better itself, to be greater than the last generation. But if perfection were to ever be achieved than that would be the end, no more room for improvement or imagination. To be perfect means to have nothing left to strive for or to ever even dream of achieving one day. We all strive for something and even if we are to never obtain it it still gives us the hope we need to move on in life. But perfection is something I will never try to obtain even if offered to me, for then my dreams of being something more would be nothing more than worthless thoughts and once blessed memories.'