Perfection,
That word that we all learned to never associate with ourselves because "we can never be perfect."
But, what if there is and we only got the definition of perfect wrong?
After all, joy and sadness are all relative.
So why can't perfection be too?
The perfect man is the one who is in control of his own emotions.
His own joy.
His own sadness.
Not those passive environments, himself and only himself.
