The Social exam was an absolute catastrophe... This exam was my worst achivement in Canada so far... In a way, I have failed myself... 66% just don't cut it... That is a passing mark... but barely passing is just inadequate... Well... I don't ever plan to fail and dissapoint myself anymore... (hope not)... Well, no use regretting now, might as well learn from my so called mistakes...Anyways, its getting late, so i'll try my best to make this post short and sweet...and i might even try to butter it up a lil... considering that I am about to sleep...
We as humans, are born, raised and bred by humans... When we were once children, we all had a distinct fantasy about each and everyone of our family being the perfect peolpe... A family, of perfection... Children think of their parents as the perfect couple, unbreakable, untouchable, unbendable...and don't be misled here, parents are great, at least they were for me... However, family, (including cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.) are like great statues or priceless paintings... From a distance, they look absolutely flawless... but as you slowly motion further, there are cracks among the statues and faulty lines among the paintings... Those works of art remains priceless and cherished... And just like these sculptures, family stays love and cared for, regardless but reality crashes in... the whole world is just not that perfect no more... Not as flawless no more.. No more the paradisiac dream land...
And this is all part of growth... A boy deteriorates along side the scarcities of reality...A man is made by his mistakes and deficiencies... No man is perfect... There is always "room" to improve, emend, to elevate... Events and meetings should not be a regret just because it didn't go as planned... Paintings and statues should not be ignored just because it is consists of fault...Just as, Life shouldn't be a dissapointment just because reality isn't a perfect world...
Couple of quotes:
No one is perfect... that's why pencils have erasers.
Nothing that is complete breathes.
A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault.
Gold cannot be pure, and people cannot be perfect.
The imperfections of a man, his frailties, his faults, are just as important as his virtues. You can't separate them. They're wedded.
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