Living with Perfection...

We spend our lives single-mindedly chasing perfection... 
In disguise of happiness, or rightness, we are taught to chase perfection in
everything that we do. Perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect family, perfect
lovers, perfect jobs... that's all we seem to want. However, the very nature of
this pursuit is such that it defies its own fulfillment.

Perfection requires intense nurturance. It can only be achieved, if at all,
with a lot of effort and patience, and a fair deal of delusiveness, for in itself,
even perfection doesn't have a chance at existence. This quest, being almost
inherent, becomes the very reason for our existence. Hence, years on end are spent
on the betterment of one thing or another. When one commodity saturates with updation,
we look for another, not always out of necessity, but out of habit. Such is the circle
of life. Ironically, we go through it chiding and brooding over all the trouble and the
ostensive sensibility of it all... hoping for some miracle to happen, by the wave of a
magic wand, for eveything to fall into place. But it seldom does.

However, for a lucky few (or not), miracles do happen, life does adorn itself with
perfection. And then comes a whiff of confusion. For perfection had always been
just an idea, distant and surreal. All efforts had been invested in building it,
trying to give this idea a form, to make the surreal real. All the years spent were
spent with a purpose, a destination in mind. And now that the purpose is fulfilled,
and the destination in front of oneself, there is not much else left to do. And so,
one finds oneself aimless. It's nausea... in the face of perfection.

Perhaps that is how the pathology of the soul sustains. When left with happiness,
the soul fabricates reasons to be unhappy... when it achieves perfection, the soul
makes believe that something is wrong... By the time the input produces an effect,
one becomes so deeply accustomed to the state of dishevelment, that it is intrinsically
constructed, when not given to us.