Perfectionism is not procured by birth, no one is born flawless, nothing like ideal existed ever ,fissures do exist cracks do exist. One who excels the depth of horizon has to besmirched , one who glistens in the dark has to vanish in dawn ,one who con flag rates the dawn has to immerse in the dusk, one who blossoms in sauter has to droop in fall...nothing like eternal existed ever....northing like perfectionism existed ever....everything is meant to be submerged in the silence....everything is meant to be engulfed by the gloom.
