The martial arts have given me a constant drive towards self-cultivation. To work hard, and strive for the best is all I've ever known….but I need to control my words. Sometimes I hurt other's feelings because what they have done is not perfect.
Why must I force my standard on others?
There is a touch of perfection in everything. I am sorry for always having unreasonably high expectations. I consistently fall short of my own standards. My entire being is composed of flaws, but I promise, I will always have good intentions, and consistently work towards being a more compassionate, understanding, and loving boy.