
To them I say... SCREW YOU!
I have not lived out 26 years of my life to be told that there are things that can not be accomplished. At one point space travel was impossible. Before that simple air flight was impossible. Heck, every one of us starts as a crawling mess of a baby that sees walking, vertically-enabled adults taunting us with what we can't do (Don't act like you never reached hopelessly for that cookie that was precariously placed on the coffee table.)
So, if we have accomplished all of those things, why not perfection too? Supposedly perfection is tarnished by a single mistake, but I'm saying here and now that that's rubbish. Perfection comes from handling mistakes. Fixing that flat tire. Calling that scorned friend. Not quitting on yourself. Hell, the best wins are always the comebacks, so why assume that perfection requires Boardwalk and Park Place. I'll whoop you with New York Avenue any day of the week. So if you want to see perfection, create it. It never goes away.