Part 2 are pictures of the city itself which is beautiful.

There were so many buildings and statues to take pictures of. 

I tried to not just show things from just one uninteresting angle, but to capture something from an angle you may have never thought to view it by. 

The pursuit of perfection is something I kinda grew up with. My dad always told me being perfect is impossible but it is possible to get as close to it as you can.

 So, I pushed myself to be as perfect as possible. I was on the A or AB honor roll (although my goal was to always get all A's). Every sport I did, I wanted to be the best and to not make any mistakes, since mistakes highlight the imperfections. 

If I wasn't as close to perfect as I could get I would cry and get down on myself, sit alone and wonder why I sucked so bad. 

For some people this is motivation to get better and become close to perfect in whatever they failed at. 

For me I would shut down and never want to try the thing I failed at again. 

It sounds stupid, I know but, things usually just come naturally to me, I never really had to struggle to do anything. So, when I fail it's an even bigger deal for me since most of the time I don't.

When my mom and dad split I lived with my mom and she noticed how I upset I got

when I got a bad grade and how I wanted to quit basketball and volleyball because I made too many mistakes. But, she wouldn't let me quit, she told me that I am not going to be perfect or close to it all the time, that people learn more from failures than from successes. 

I had to and have to realize that. I still find myself trying to be close to perfect and getting upset, angry or sad when I am not. I have become less rigid, but, I am still in search of a happy medium

I don't think that my dad is mistaken by trying to be close to perfect.

 It's just too much pressure try and be perfect at everything.