Perfect. There is nothing above it and everything below it. It not only pulls me but rather propels me to do everything that I do. It propels me to do more than what I am capable of. In fact, to be driven by perfectionism only means to be incapable. It is far and beyond what every single human on this planet Earth is capable of.
What drives me then? Coming to terms with perfectionism. Knowing all it's different shapes and forms through all perspectives. Only when I've reached that point of awareness, then I know what I must do to complete the task ahead of me.
Upon finishing a piece of art and reflecting on it, I always come to the same conclusion that I have not created something that is perfect but rather I have created something that is pretty amazing.
