The Perfect One

He never was a “go-getter”. Things came to him and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed success and he enjoyed his failures. With no regrets whatsoever, he lived his life utterly unattached to the world. There was no pressure for him from inside. He did what he wanted to do at the moment. He was not a thinker.


But his family and society would not let him be himself. As he was growing up, they taught him how to be competitive. They taught him how to earn prestige and power. Completely brainwashed with his parents’ constant nagging, he started becoming aware of his enemies presence everywhere. He could not live in peace. There was constant fight of reasons and judgments in his head. Before doing everything, he would now think about all the aspects of its consequences. He would not speak from his hear but from his brain, after completely imagining all the possible effects it could bring. His every move became a chess-step with so many possibilities, with so much caution, yet devastating at times. He started imagining about incidents. He was no more innocent, he became a philosopher, a diplomat and a moral worldly human being.

Constantly living in such fear, he earned great prestige of becoming a good son, a brilliant student, a wise chap with respects for others. People liked him. The society called him-"the perfect one."