Are we not perfect the way we are?
What is perfection?
Has anyone thought of this?
Fat, acne, messy life, no career, no job, bla bla…
Can not we strive to improve upon this. But what? We still would feel imperfect. It has become our habit. We strive and strive to achieve what we want but when we get it we again strive for something which the other person is in possession and that other person too thinks he is imperfect.
Then what should we work for?
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