the ideal realm

i feel that i am gradually becoming who i am supposed to be.

Aristotle believed that there is a perfect form of everything that we perceive to be reality... we are just imperfect copies. we were an accident--god just burped us out unintentionally. He believed that we can never reach our full potential; we will never become any more perfect than we are. I disagree with this. I feel that our lives are the span of time in which we have to find ourselves--our true selves--and become in-tune with our perfect versions.

i am still pondering this.