There is a man. A perfectionist from he was born, a Capricorn. His perfectionist was and still developing, pacing with the time. He realize a perfectionist is not a kind of person that could be happy. Since he thought this was brought from the first time he saw the world, he couldn't change it. It's flowing in his blood and growing in his brain, then affecting the atmosphere around.
Rarely he complained about it, but on the other hand, most of the time he said to himself, it wasn't that bad. Despite what kind of person are you, all have a meaning in this world, in this universe. Then he began to accept it. Realizing the long winding road, he straight up and look ahead, prepare the best for himself.
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