That must be the reason why God resides in the heavens above us – because from high up, you gain a whole new perspective on the world.
It was 5 a.m. on a Friday morning. From the balcony ledge, I gazed out into the horizon where mist on the world was still grey, blackened by the absence of the Moon and barely lit by the street lamps below. This has always been my favorite spot, I have cried of equal joys and sorrows in this place, my mind. That world I see through the polychromatic prism of my inspiration, memories is so beautiful that I wish everyone could partake, to taste the assortment that life can hold.
To label me as a person could be a tough wager for me. Nonetheless, I am confident enough of me being a dreamer, and a believer. I consider it is abruptly tragic when one is so absorbed in materialistic reality that he loses the ability to dream. When a healthy amount of reality and fantasy is assorted something beautiful will undoubtedly result. Painting a true picture of my life as it is today and where I want it to be in the future allows me to improve my strengths, grasp my weaknesses and improve upon them daily.
I'm a perfectionist, and a creative thinker; I pay attention to details, and try to make sure everything I do is perfect to the core by exploring alternative solutions to problems and have an open mind about what will work best. Yet, I would say that I can be too much of a perfectionist in my work. Sometimes, I spend more time than necessary on a task, or take on tasks personally that could easily be delegated to someone else. Although I've never missed a deadline, it is still an effort for me to know when to move on to the next task, and to be confident when assigning others works.