When I compare myself to you my self-esteem sets to scream cataloging what you can do against the skill set of this one in the past we knew the same roughly equal in art expressed in that moment we were matched yet still you shot for greater things.
A wide world called you out offering riches you could learn by the teachers who saw your worth bending knee to bring you up to your credit you’ve worked hard striving daily to improve your craft with a focus that’s future bent while my focus has been elsewhere.
Recognition has come at last for you my friend, not for me while I stand to mark the past the future is now yours to grab now your partners are the best with every move at world class a simplest flourish is proof of God perfection granted to human kind.
Time is a finite resource modified by physical capability. Creation through artistry is performed within this framework. The poem “Perfection Granted” speaks to the addition of practice and focus, spelling a difference between interest and mastery.