There is precious little in imagery that quite sums up the human condition than a point slaloming down a curve asymptotic to the zero line. No matter what value you plug into the stupid function, you always come up Okay, blank looks.
I'll save you the mental energy needed to make sense of the metaphor.
The distance between you and what you want keeps decreasing, but you never... quite.... get there. And I can't help but feel that in my universe, where the score is always for myself, all or nothing, asymptotic is not enough.
The pertinent question becomes how one deals with conceptually interesting exercises in sisyphean futility.