Think

We choose to believe that some things in life are perfect. intially. Either all the flaws stay hidden or you chose to not believe in it. And then as time goes by, you realise that what you want ceased to exist. Did the reason fade off? Was it worth it in the end?Was that thing perfect? Perfection does not exist. Its loving imperfections that moulds you into a complementary shape that fits all the uncouth and rough projections of the socket. And after all this thinking. You realise that if there is no reason for a beginning, just like how magical it was and should be, there shouldn't be a reason for an end.