The Perfecf Being
What's that? Perfect? That's a fictional non-existing word. It's just not really a good thing. It's a taboo. A prohibition. Whoever seeks it, ends up with very little to no humanity.
Perfect is pain. Perfect is plain, perfect is boring, perfect is doing the same routine all over again.
Why seek such a taboo? I wouldn't. I hate perfect. I don't wanna be. It's too plain and ordinary. It's like the color white. White is perfect. That's what it stands for. Perfect. Oh how I hate the word.
Everyone seeks perfection now. They don't want people with flaws or mistakes. They want the perfect being. God is the only perfect that is. Seeking a perfect human being is impossible, yet we indulge ourselves into it we forget that it's robotic. Perfect is robot. Emotionless, heartless artificial being.
We want to be perfect so we get rid of all of emotions and feelings and we turn ourselves into the monsters we fear. We get so deep into it, we forget that our flaws and mistakes and insecurities and weaknesses are what makes us human. Those things defines us yet, we throw them away in order to archive some thing that turns us into monsters.
Perfect. We turn into perfect monsters without knowing. No one is allowed to be perfect. Not me, not even you.
So yes, I'll say it out for you sweetheart, perfect is monstrous. It's evil and ugly. And I beg of you, don't seek it. Or you'll end you being an ugly evil monster. Trust me on this, I know.
