Most of the times, I find people loving images more than the person. An image has no context, no heart throbbing situations and few impressions of fallibility. I suppose, this ingrains a negative seed of search for perfection. Constantly holding back intuition of such findings that demands serious efforts should always be put to curb the optimism of such search. O perfect people, why you're always in mind or in movies?
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