Preparation creates perfection

 Preparation creates perfection


Practice makes perfect. We have all heard it. But what is perfect? Perfect is exactly what you want it to be. Perfect can be better summarized as the feeling of reaching the expectations you have set for yourself. That is perfect.


Do we ever reach perfect? I don’t know. How high are the expectations you set for yourself? For me, the idea of perfection is a floating expectation that gets higher for every mile marker I reach on the road to success. Each milestone gives me a small taste of perfection, enough to keep me going. Enough to make me want to feel it again. But I know that if I stop with that one small taste, I will never reach the ultimate success.


Each taste of perfection reminds me of how far I have come. The starting point becomes much further away with each stride. Turning back is out of the question. A reverse will never happen once success is in the foreground.


Keep racing toward perfection. Enjoy the small bits when they come, but let them motivate you to go further. The further you go, the less likely you will be to turn back. Keep living and looking forward to the day you reach the ultimate success.


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