Sparkatale

Everyone was told there was no such thing as perfect, that no matter how much you try perfection can never be reached because everyone always has a fault. Still that never stopped human beings from trying to become perfect specimens. They tried and tried with the full belief there was perfection out there. Then along that road to the impossible dream of perfection they became dissatisfied with themselves and everything around. It went to the point where they tried even harder for perfection. Still they couldn’t reach it. Lost in doubt and faithlessness, humanity stopped trying to reach perfection, giving up on their dream. Some thought it was the greatest advancement in the world humanity made, realizing their faults and stopping their effort of perfection but it wasn’t. Chaos emerged and life became horrible to the point where people wished they never gave up on the dream of perfection, but with no signs of perfection being possible why keep trying. Then, in that loss of drive we were born, found, and revealed. Six children, defined by society and the world as perfect. The best grades, the best looks, the best abilities, the best life, the best jobs, and overall the best existence. We became the world’s drive that perfection could be reach. However it’s not just only them who can’t reach perfection. Perfection is impossible, I should know. I’m one of those so called perfect people and even I’m far from perfect.