I like perfection in a few things. Apart from them, I am too bad in too many things. I mess things up. And I love it. So much so that now I don’t even try to improve. I don’t do it intentionally. It’s my natural self. I am amazed to know there are so many things I don’t know but rather than disturbing, it gives me calmness. I don’t know why but there is a smile on my face each time I mess things up as if I am balancing my perfections with imperfections.