Perfection Is An Illusion Novels & Stories

“I just realized this morning that you are my most beautiful dream, my prince but who knew what’s in the context ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ I think that’s the tricky part in a fairytale. Nobody knew what happened next,” “A sequel, Tara,” I assured her. “We will not end our happily ever after here,” I promised her, but I needed time. I wanted to tell her, one at a time. When we go back, I will tell the truth about that mistake I made the first day we met. We will start from there... we will begin our sequel there.

A perfect image. He is like a beautiful being you see in your dreams, when reality starts drowning. Singing like a siren and your love for him never limits even when wrists are bound, it’s almost terrifying to admit how heavy his effect is on me, but I never realise the weight of the situation. I am a bad liar, because even though I let myself lure into his aura, I still know what I am falling into. I trick myself into thinking, maybe this could be perfection. Maybe.

It left hollows. “Did you ever… did you ever have to be perfect, Igor?” I asked, my voice barely a thread. “Not just excellent, but perfect? Because if you weren’t perfect, the disappointment was worse than any yell.” He didn't move. He simply waited. I took a deep, shaky breath, letting the shame and the cold memory surface.

I was very curious to know what that was about. “I…will try my best,” she responded at last. “I am not as perfect as Luna Coraline or Rose, but I will try,” I frowned at her. What was that about? Does she think she wasn’t good enough? “First, no need to call them luna now that we are doing this, and second, nobody is perfect in this world, Ivyanka,” “They are,” she shrugged and lowered her gaze. “Perfection is just an illusion, an escape for those who are scared to accept who they are.” She blinked at me, looking surprised, and I nodded.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

There is dispute within What path is right Parent’s teachings are wrong I have soul to learn From For outside light Still missing a friend Who could understand And next smile A mere occasion of Being met By self Has taken me Far From abilities needed To survive Am I now a different person Who socially too Cannot compromise For a friend Or two I am designing perfection You don’t even believe In it too What should I call my dream Then? Which for long On the door of perfection Has stood? Still counting stars My mind gets no reason new Why? Why I should build on the reasons Your science sees as new? Let me create my own science My own surprises at rise too From dust to eternity Only perfection c

I chuckled nervously. He smiled subtly and looked into my eyes, “there’s something wrong with everyone in this world, princess, but that doesn’t make them any less of a person. Having flaws is better than being fake. No one is perfect and they don’t have to be perfect. I find the imperfections about a person more attractive than their whitewashed version of themselves.” “Really?” “Yeah, you see. We say we need to find a mate or a soulmate to complete us. Why do you think fantasies like this exist? Why do you think we feel incomplete in the first place?”