Journey

I have a flight ticket with my name which has one line where you can read this:

        Mon, Mar 17      To: MADRID, SPAIN (MAD)

It's funny how sometimes a rainy day can help you realizing how big is the abyss between saying something and doing it.


Perfection

Sometimes I'm so happy with my life that my mind cannot accept any imperfection, it just aims for ideals.., off course life makes me think in a more "real" way..

I'm guilty of persuing perfection sometimes, yes.. maybe because I like to believe in nietzsche's Übermensch.. even when I didn't read "Also sprach Zarathustra" yet..

but, what is perfection? I think it's one of the most unreachable and subjective things..

Evolution teachs there's a very long way to human perfection, so for me is unreachable, at least in this life..

Which tool is perfect? No one can doubt that depends on the work to do.. so that's the subjective part.

This reminds me a nice story a professor told me once.. I hope you enjoy it like me!

Could we reach the perfection of the Enlightenment living a normal life?, I hope so.. :)