Why Keep Failing?

Some men spend

their entire lives perfecting

Writing,

Sex,

Money Scams,

Medical Cures,

War-

(or other ways

of killing other men.)

Each mastering

their craft.

Masters of Art

Masters of Money

Masters of Life

Masters of Death

I ponder my own existence.

What was i perfecting?

What am i master of?

What do i have to show

for all these years?

I have nothing.

Nothing but myself to show for.

I am an imperfect being, constantly trying

to perfect itself.

But everyday i wake up and try.

And some will scoff,
or shake their heads.

Perfection is only for

a Jesus

a Buddha

or someone holy.

And they will say

how dare you?!

How dare you try.

How dare you suggest…  

Not understanding-

Failing to understand

that was the whole point of their existence-

Of our existence.

So I
continue to fail

continue to try

continue to perfect.

I  will be master of myself, one day.

What else is there to do?

Death will come either way,

I assure you,  someone out there

is working on it.

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