Perfection Is An Illusion 소설 & 이야기

Because, he was the one who committed them, so who would know them better than himself? He sighed and asked her to continue reading. Next card read: You know, I thought I'm the best. That I'm unbeatable... Next card: That there's nothing I can't do. Next card: I've started to believe that I'm perfect. Next card: I thought I've mastered the art of perfection. Next card: But I only had an inflated sense of myself. Guess, I'm not that perfect. Next card: In fact, I'm one extremely flawed human being.

No men because they are the perfect distraction to not fulfill your duties. My mother always instilled good and bad things in me, for my own good, I had to stick to the good things; not to fall in love and not to succumb to carnal temptation. That's not anything religious, my mother was preparing me for the pain that love causes, according to what I've seen on G****e and in movies, love is good, but at the same time cruel. Why is love suffering?

Our attraction, making up for every blemish and every weakness. Our Passion was perfect regardless of our imperfections.

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

I added, and he looked at me confused. “We see many people in our life who are perfect and imperfect as per our list, we have in our mind about perfections and imperfections. Just because one person is the perfect doesn’t mean that he is perfect as a partner to any person too. So Raj is the perfect guy I can ever know which you too accept, but he is not perfect for me.” I said explaining everything. He nodded after a few minutes and said, “You need not resign and my asking you to do that is my stupidity.”

WHY PERSIST IN THIS ILLOGICAL REJECTION? I stepped forward, the twins at my side, their hands still glowing with the light of the core. "Because perfection isn't living," I said, my voice echoing in the void. "You think you're saving us, but you're just keeping us in a jar. We’d rather die in a broken, real world than live in a perfect, fake one." The Architect tilted his head, a gesture so strangely human it made me pause. [REALITY IS CHAOTIC. REALITY IS SUFFERING. I ELIMINATED THE VARIABLES. I GAVE YOU PEACE.]

⸻ For the first time… He looked curious. “Why?” ⸻ The empty world shimmered. ⸻ Showing perfect futures. ⸻ No suffering. No loss. No loneliness. No mistakes. ⸻ A paradise. ⸻ And somehow… It felt wrong. ⸻ Very wrong. ⸻ Ilyaan pointed toward it. ⸻ “Because nobody grows in a perfect story.” ⸻ The stars flickered. ⸻ “Nobody learns.” ⸻ “Nobody changes.”

The truth of the statement hung quietly between them. Because yes. Children listened. But more importantly— they watched. Every day. Every moment. Learning who people became under pressure. How they treated others. How they loved. God. Elena smiled softly. "You know what that means?" "What?" Silence. Then gently: "It means we don't have to be perfect." Fair. Adrian looked unconvinced. Reasonable. Then she continued: "We just have to keep trying." God. That settled into him deeply. Because perfection wasn't possible.

"Is that a bad thing?" "Not necessarily. But it can be exhausting. For you and for everyone around you." She took a sip of her wine. "I used to be the same way. Then I realized that perfection is an illusion. The best you can do is show up and try your best. The rest is out of your control." "That's very philosophical." "I read it on a yoga mat."

She realized the catch. "No choice," Ava whispered, her eyes widening. The Architect looked at her with profound sadness. "Exactly." Perfection required absolute, unyielding control. It meant a universe where every thought, every feeling, every decision, and every single life was perfectly calibrated and stripped of deviation. Elias planned to erase the concept of free will entirely to ensure that no one could ever hurt again. It was a prison seamlessly disguised as a paradise.