Checkpoint 1: The fucking reality self-check

Face it people or creatures in the universe, no one is perfect. You can become a perfectionist, but you will never become a perfect being. Even though you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, fucking beautiful as Angelina Jolie or whatever you are. You are not 100% pure perfect. On the contrary, you can go have as many plastic surgeries as you can think of, or go put on piles and piles of heavy make up to “color” up your face. You are still not fucking perfect. Seriously, who would be?

Okay, maybe we can talk about “perfection” in a more scholastically way. According to Oxford Dictionary, the vocabulary “perfect” refers to “having all the required or desirable elements , qualities or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be. You heard me, the word “possible” is in the definition. Ironically, when something so unstable like words “possible” etc appears in a definition, which its only importance is to make something stable by defining the obvious. So, it occurs to me that you can only try to be perfect as much as you can, but there’s not a concrete standard existing for you to reach. Perfect is just something you think it’s the best for you while others see it’s just a very shitty thing. Conclusion made: No one is fucking perfect, because perfect doesn’t exist after all.

Take me as an example, I am a 160 pounds seventeen-year-old adult wannabe, had a two-week (?) relationship with a guy who was one year older than me, but immature enough like a six-year-old (no one is truly mature, they just act like they are), never had sex, hardly believe in anything and wear the same pair of glasses for the past two years and not fucking feel ashamed of above at all. Am I perfect? Of course I am fucking not. Even I feel I myself is a piece of shit. But, in my parents’ eyes, I am perfect in my own way. Not because they are blind, it’s just because they made me with hard labor and consistent contribution of (love),time and most importantly, money. It’s those which define you.

One of my friend, Elisa. She was born from a family whose parents’ are intellectuals, goes to top schools and talented in every aspect you can think of. She looks gorgeous and every words that came out from her mouth are almost wisdom quotes you can find in the Bible. FYI, she’s an Anglican or Christian, something like that. She sounds like a perfection, right? Actually, she’s had troubles like the rest of us did. Worrying about grades and achievements and weight, drama and gossips between schoolmates, stress from homework and expectations from her parents et cetera. These are the things that keep us away from chasing our “perfect” life, but also they are the things that help us evolve, growing to the next stage in our lives. It’s the imperfections in our lives that push us to start an adventure on the quest of the ultimate perfection.

No one ever wanted to have imperfections in their lives. No one wanted to be sad and lonely and being a total fucking loser, sitting in their room and wasting precious time. I’m sorry, you just have to deal with them. You can’t pretend you are fast as lightning while you are just a limp. But, if you truly accept the shitty fact that happened to you and be who you are and make a change, you can be fucking perfect. Because you think you are. Perfect is up to you.

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