Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Perfection




Sometimes, in our endless search for perfection we forget who we are. We look for new dreams to follow and challenges to take upon and we fail to notice what we have until, well until we are about to lose it.

Someone reminded me who I was yesterday. It felt like waking up from a dream where I was fighting monsters. And when I opened my eyes I finally saw they were nothing else than harmless windmills.

1 Comments:

Blogger Rebekah said...

awwww! i'm so happy to have been on a team project with you last quarter! missing you in class this morning!

1:02 PM  

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