Silence.
The world was completely still.
It all seemed to slow down in that moment.
Obsession. Desire. Madness. Perfection.
Perfection wasn't made up of a single aspect. It was something made out of many aspects. This was something that I had come to learn from the memories.
It wasn't a hard concept to grasp.
But to reach perfection, one had to sacrifice what they desired most.
Perfection could only be achieved by those who gave it their all.
Passion wasn't enough.
Passion was merely something that equated to a strong interest in something. With passion came praise and cheers.
'You're so passionate!'
'Amazing!'
'Oh, you found your passion? Awesome! Chase your passion! Go for it!'
Passion was good.
But was passion enough? Was passion enough to reach perfection?
No.
It wasn't.
One needed to be obsessed to reach perfection.
