In human nature, our preconceived thought is that perfection must be one way. That if you want something to be perfect, all the little details must be cohesive and line up just as they do in your mind.
Yet, as much as I do not want to live in accordance to the way the world defines perfection, I find myself slowly slipping and believing that there is no other way to interpret perfection than the way it had already been described.
Never-ending issues against self.
When will this battle finally come to an end?
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