I wrote this, bored out of my mind, trapped in a 10 X 10 cubicle for 8 hours. You can imagine how much time I had on my hands to actually think about all of this rubbish and actually write it down.
What determines perfection? It is said perfect is no such word, it's not determinable, it's unexplanable, only imaginable. Yet the collocation of perfect and the elements in our life are inflated to everyday applicability. A flawless day of sensational weather is conceived as a "perfect" day. A task accomplished without inaccuracies is considered perfect; although only to the one the task belongs to. However, to someone else, that task could have been finalized with still, some faults and blunders in his view. Is "perfect" simply an opinion? It is definitely not a reality nor a certainty. How is one certain something is perfect? He can seek judgment from others, but considering the disparate attitudes, beliefs and viewpoints, their agreements cannot be assured. Is there a reason for this term? Since nothing can exactly distinguish "perfect", does it even have a preeminent purpose as to be considered in the world's compilation of words? Yes. It's profoundly beautiful. Satisfaction, contentedness, bliss; all of which disperse out of the body of perfect.
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