Perfect
Edilcar Grace Dulay
I
have always been dreaming of having a perfect
character, perfect social life, and even being a perfect friend. Well, of
course, isn’t it nice to be admired having such? Isn’t it great being called as
“perfect” friend? Everything seems perfect. Ideal! Yet somehow, what made my
dream a crap is the pressure of growing-up, particularly in dealing with life’s
intricacies. It was like partly impossible but my only means to avert touching
the world’s ugliness therein.
