Perfection is subjective. It is never truly the same from one being to another. Subjectivity is what makes the world wonderful. It means that in a world of imperfections, perfection lie for those who look - for those who knows where to look and what to look for...
We all dream of achieving perfection be it in the smallest part of our being to the largest of matters in life. We all wish to pass through our days unscathed and whole but it is never so. We all avoid conflict or tend to resolve it in the best way we can think of...
Sometimes, a crack opens up. We go around it, jump over it, carefully tread around it and altogether with all our might, evade. Even after all those precautions, we often trip and hence, the crack will grow. With one trip came the second, the third and the so on and so forth. Soon, as is the will of the universe, the crack grew and with it the uncertainty we felt and faced. Fear comes to grip us, threatening to engulf us...
Fear of one that is uncertain against the rest of the room we have still - that which is solid and certain - and which do we pay more attention to? The hole, I guess. What a waste...
I say: damn the darkness! Illuminate and wash it away! What is there to fear in something unknown? Not much, only uncertainty. And isn't there enough of it in the world? Why add more to it?
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