Loving and caring. Dedicated and hardworking. Passionate and motivated. Reliable and responsible. Yes, my sisters are pretty much the exact perception of perfection. These are the characteristics that we all, as people, aspire to. These are the characteristics that every parent tries to instill in their child. Any parent would describe them as a dream. Any parent would appreciate the blessing of raising them. And I know my parents do. Their results continue to grow, build and build. They are 20 feet from the top of the mountain, while I am overwhelmed and look up blankly, trying to figure out where to start. One, a thriving sophomore, studying mechanical engineering at UW-Madison, the other; I just received the “wonderful” news that I was accepted there. It's not that I would wish her failure; it's simply that now I have to move on and take over. I feel like they can do anything, I've never been told what's expected of me, but the consensus is that I should do just as well as them, because they really have painted that perfect picture in front of me, and anything worse is will result in dissatisfaction. I'm not against it. But I don't agree. Frankly, it's not my choice, but it's what I have left. Trapped in this life. And yet, somehow, I'm still satisfied with this life... It's extremely difficult to know that some of the admirable things you complete, that other parents would be impressed with, are taken for granted and hidden behind the bigger, better, more impressive accomplishments of your results. sisters' predecessors; who are continuing on to greater and greater things, while your work, now seemingly insignificant, becomes the average. The bar is already set... halfway through the paper... vation? I know I would have little to nothing if it weren't for them. They both make school seem easy, not even a small challenge. They inspire me. They inspire me to hang out with the right people, not waste my life, and be the successful person we all hope to become. And there is nothing more comforting. I will never admit it to them, nor will I ever try to make them understand, but they mean everything to me. I do my best so that they did. I won't give up, because they never have. Expectations are never impossible and you can always work harder to meet them. My goals are never out of reach, they will always be possible as long as I bring that passion and fire to things, like they did. Most of all, I know that I will be as successful as I want and that I will have my own precise perception of perfection, because they are the ones who taught me that.