It's should not be always perfect.

Perfect is a state of mind achieved with the feeling of ecstasy. A time when our body secretes those happy cells fooling our brains to fulfillment. Bliss is how writers or those gifted with thesaurus like vocabulary would call it. In order for men to speak, they give names to what they see, feel, taste, smell or hear. But little they know what name they call it when you experienced something extraordinary, something that can't be explained, now that's what we call perfect. However, what do we call its opposite? Hell?

Perfection for some is like getting to Heaven, attaining Nirvana, the good Karma. Some follows their belief, traditions or cultures. Others would just say, it happens. For women, it's like meeting your Prince Charming. Communism too aims to be in that same stage, where everyone is equal, a state where you get is what is equal to the amount of work you give to your state and according to your necessity. Everything in excess should be returned to the state. Question is, how to get into that point without blood spill? Would the bourgeois allow such a radical change and surrender everything they own? Not in this world, but maybe in the afterlife.

Life is consequential. As science explains, in every motion, there is always an equal but opposite reaction. Now ask yourself, that in attaining perfection, do we not hurt others? Do we not discriminate others? As the old law saying goes "the right to exercise your right stops when someone else's right is infringed. In our search for perfection, do we consider other's life too? Men are social animals, insatiable. The more things we know, the more our thirst for more comes. It will never be enough, it's because since we are young, we we're never told to settle for what we have. They teach us to dream, to be better individuals; it’ just up to us though to go to the road less traveled or the other way around, just think that life should not be always be perfect.