As my dearest friend puts it ...

"Blessed are the shallow, depth they'll never find."

The mind can conceive many things. Unfortunately, the world cannot. Something may be planned to perfection, yet the world has a way of messing it up. The mind's version of a clear picture often looks fuzzy to the world.

Because of this, we have to calculate the world's imperfections in our perfect plan in order to succeed. We have to paint the picture in such a way so that it is still clear to us, yet also visible to the world.

Perhaps it is a curse, or perhaps a blessing. Either way, the world makes us push ourselves to our very limits, and sometimes even beyond them.