Imperfect, adj.:



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When you grew up seeing and knowing how necessary the word "Perfect" is for the people around you, witnessing how they put the world on your back by letting you grasp the fact and take in the pressure that they want, need, and expect you to be the exact definition of it, but not fully understanding why you should and if you could, probably you would strive to become one more and more and more each dawn you wake up because you want to give everyone behind you a nice shot of evangelical wink and say, "I am perfect now," to make them feel happy. To make them feel lucky because they have you. To make them realize that every thing and every time they have given you is all worth it. You want to give them a reward for taking care of you, for raising you up, for loving you, etc. You want to give them something. A golden trophy, maybe, which is also you; Your perfection. But in my case, I would not. Not because I can't, but because I really won't. Rewarding them your perfection is like putting yourself around their necks like a huge gold medal to display. To show the public that you are shining brightly. That you are nothing but perfect. So, the credit is still on you. The reward is for them, but the pleasure sticks on you---in you. Perfection is all about pride. Perfection is a crime. Being perfect is nonsense. It does not exist, especially in this mad world we're living in because perfection is the absence of flaws, which is impossible for crazy individuals like us, for an obnoxious creature like me. Perfection is just a wish that will never come true no matter how tight you close your eyes and cross your fingers while repeating the perfect mantra over and over and over. Perfect is a hopeless hope that causes trouble, agony, and tragedy. Perfect is just a dream of the nostalgic. Being perfect is being stupid. Perfection sucks. Now, suck it!