Probably, every person at some point in his life strives for the ideal, and even achieves it, becoming the ideal himself. For how long is another question, everything is determined by motivation on the one hand and natural closeness to the ideal on the other hand. Of course, in the end, for the entire duration of life, none of the people is an ideal.
The state of the ideal is united by the fact that it is generally very difficult to achieve it. Athletes train for years, with the help of coaches, they reach their personal ideal states, take prizes and medals from different metals. Actors all their lives collect, observe a variety of human qualities in order to perfectly express the role on stage. Musicians do not leave the stage to look natural there. Engineers, doctors, military men, psychologists - all work on themselves to achieve their ideals. But the surprising thing is what remains after ideality is gone? How do we let go of our ideality? How do we let go of our best time that we can no longer hold? What is left after that? Hangover or aftertaste? Do we thank life for those short moments in which we were at our heights?