Yesterday, I came across a story, Chapter 1 of a series.
I stopped scrolling, read it, and felt it was really good , full of feelings.
So I checked the comments, and I was happy to see there were more than 50 of them.
I read through some of them only to realise that most of them weren’t from people like me who liked the story, who thought this post deserves an appreciation.
They were people who were criticizing him for mere grammar mistakes and spelling errors which I didn’t even notice until they pointed it out.
And I just wondered —
Why do people always find the faults first?
Why do they go looking for mistakes instead of feeling the content?
People usually trust vegetables that insects hover around.
And when stuck in a forest, they pick fruits that worms feed on,
because that’s how you know it’s real, fresh, edible.
Not polished. Not tampered with...
Just natural.
So then why do people prefer picture-perfect stories made by artificial intelligence, a system trained to produce the “most flawless” things over RAW and REAL stories?
Stories written by humans, with imperfections that make them beautifully, painfully authentic?
Is beauty only tied to perfection?
Or is it found in rawness, in emotions, in imperfection?
Because at the end of the day —
we’re just people,
desperately trying to be perfect in a world where perfection is simply impossible.
