Who says perfection is impossible? It actually is attainable, but it seems that you really got to want it, with all your life. What’s impossible instead, is to imagine the scale of your sacrifice that you will eventually grow accustomed to. You’re going to cry so much and die so many times, but you have to be obsessed with it so that you will still desire it even when you can no longer foresee your happiness after surely predictably attaining your initial standard of perfection. But when you get there, it’s nothing exciting boiling inside you, it’s just the relief that you can stay at the top for the time being. And before you know it, you are already ousted. Blurred. Diminished. Censored. Canceled. Ignored. Forgotten. Gone.
Yet you still say, it’s worth it. Only you.