Planned Perfection

Perfection doesn't happen on its own. It is a meticulous process, slowly thought out and rethunk and processed through every corner of one's brain, hitting every cog and gear that churns the powerhouse that is one's mind.

Perfection could be laying under the stars with a loved one on a blanket as a bonfire rages ten feet away, while shooting stars cascade over your eyes and a serenade of summer sounds tickles your ears. Already, we have

- one blanket

- planning for a meteor shower night

- wood for bonfire ---> raining? no? ---> actual bonfire

- any wolves around?

- turn cellphones off

- wet grass?

- are you really... in love?

See? Your happily ever after is someone else's thought-driven nightmare.