Limits.

The most idealistic thing would have to be happiness. The power to be at ease with everything around you. To know that there is balance. Seeing only the good in people, for at least a moment of your life. Almost as if your true existence is somewhat forgotten for a couple seconds. Silence and peace greeting your alter-ego that you never knew you had. And yet we turn back with the most pitiful of all magnitudes. Answering composedly and coldly, inwardly hoping to not witness such brutality. It's a matter of moments where we do not realize our own strengths, where only weakness is perceived. We're not conscious, we're not conscious.