Trying to cope with his loneliness, Vincent Van Gogh wandered around the country. While doing so, he went deeper and deeper into religion. He soon stopped to live at his Uncle's house, where he was hit by inspiration. Motivated and inspired, he decided to devote himself to theological studies. But in order to do that, he had to get accepted into a university. So he studied and studied. From day to night he relentlessly studied until his uncle forced him to go to bed. But, his studying did not help him very much and he struggled to understand certain information. They did not come to him as easily as he wished. Vincent kept telling himself that if he kept practicing he would get better, but he was still doubtful.
I've been told that "practice makes perfect" my entire life, and it's true! The more you practice something, the more you get better at it. But I don't think that anything can be perfect, but you can get closer to that "perfection" if you practice. For example, I've been drawing for as long as I remember. I was really, really bad at first, but I kept practicing and made a lot of improvement over the years! But, my drawings are never perfect, they will always have some sort of flaw..they're satisfactory. But hey, that gives me something to strive for! Improvement!!
Now if I could only improve my math grade...
Question of the week: Does practice make perfect?
My Reading Progress so Far:
I'm super sick and this post is all over the place. I've...been procrastinating..a lot...that's all I have to say. But I haven't been late on posting something yet..which is a good thing, right?