maybe your perfection can be found in your reflection. i'm writing that one down.
The perfect, the beautiful, and the astute.
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maybe your perfection can be found in your reflection. i'm writing that one down.
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Where is perfection really?
Maybe it is solely a goal with no definition.
You have your own perception of perfection.
You can be a titan, a god, a Siberian tiger.
Years searching for a flame that is born within you.
Play your game, achieve your goals, have and fulfill your dreams, don't let anyone devalue you.
Life can be like a chess game: choose to be the king or the queen.
Jump, be free, fly if you must.
None of this is easy. You will have pain and heartbreak,
but you will always rise, because you can be persistent like a warrior.
What is your perception of perfection?
That which they project onto you, or that which you seek?
We are in a constant process, trying to build something in life.
Remember: maybe your perfection can be found in your reflection.
The perfect, the beautiful, and the astute.
Judson Kaique, 09/10/2026
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is the flame that's born within you an actual feeling, or a metaphor for something you're trying to become?
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you mention being a god or a tiger, but what did you actually choose for yourself?
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maybe your perfection can be found in your reflection. i'm writing that one down.
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i like that perfection doesn't have a definition. makes way more sense than chasing something nobody can even describe.
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the reflection idea. looking at yourself and finding the thing you've been searching for in your own face.
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The warrior thing, when you say you rise: is that something you've seen in yourself, or something you're still reaching for?
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When you ask if it's what they project onto you or what you seek, which one scared you more?
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the king or queen thing. like it's that simple: you choose and that's enough 💪
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Where is perfection really?