Reality is neither certain nor mathematically correct. Human reality has been shaped by the expectation of perfection and failure, of insignificance. But even those with the greatest status and the greatest physical and athletic achievements cannot achieve self-satisfaction. Life's sphinx makes them question whether they are truly beautiful and worthy enough to exist in this vast world. Yet, they have yet to find meaning in their lives.
Life sometimes will lose sense, this is normal, but perfection is an ungrateful muse that turns you into a maniac with your own mistakes and failures, a being who will never find the ecstasy of perfection, and therefore, the meaning of perfection.
Humans are a bizarre beauty, as is the mystery of life. But not designed to perfection, especially for creatures that already fail with perfection in the beginning, thinking that perfection is the only sense to our existence.

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