Life As A Draft!

Whenever i think of a single explanation for my life, i come up with this set of words : "Life As A Draft". In fact i think that is the explanation of every individuals life, existence comes with limitless numbers of possibilities and variations, when i was a kid i liked to draw lots of parallel vertical and horizantal lines and named them "place" and "time" then imagined myself in some spot of this square gallery, that is where i am was my final consideration. But there were limitless other variations that i could find myself in.

Time and space!
Well, what about the objects and people?
Any spot in this time and space possibilities comes with its own object and people opportunities (maybe disasters).

So, our lives are just a kind of sketch for me. Not the ideal one, not the errorless one, whatever we do, whatever we choose has its own consequence of losing another variation. We just draw something, write something on a blank paper ( that we call a lifetime ), we create a draft, something far away from a perfect thing, lets come to the question: -anything that exists can be perfect?- Or lets ask a question that is asked in so many other ways in religions or philosophical approaches : -Will we get to have another blank paper?-