Perfection is always fixed at the horizon. Never retreating or approaching, as we halfheartedly strive to attain it. The key word is “strive:” an unchecked, instinctive action perpetuating in a ceaseless continuum. One can never be perfect, but we can be perfect at being great. As long as we continue to strive, a crevice of time shall emanate in the distant future, presenting us with our opportunity to be great.