Perfection must be really hard to achieve, it is so much so that some people believe it doesn’t exist. Other people believe that there are many things that can get very close to being perfect. These people think this belief is objective and not to be associated with their past, their culture, their taste, their mood, or even their suspected intelligence. This difference in beliefs could be boiled down to not having a shared understanding of what perfection is.

Regardless, it is admirable to watch people trying to achieve perfection on what they do. The passion that goes into every step they take, the love they share on every second that is spent on their craft, the new wrinkles that pop up when frustration arises, and the tears of joy when success is reached are all things worth writing books about.

As corny, and perhaps unbearable, as this analogy may sound, whatching perfection is a lot like witnessing a perfect love story evolve (bear with me for a couple of more lines while I deconstruct this analogy and, hopefully, take us out of this missery).

From the moment the humans involved meet, to the peak of their love story, things can only get better. Every day that goes by, every action, and every experience just makes their story more enviable. Their love can be smelled from afar as its scent travels strong and reaches areas where the ignorants reside. It carries its taste for miles, letting those unaware realize that there is, indeed, something that can almost be perfect.

The same curiosity that helped creating this love story sparks in those that don’t have it. It encourages them to replicate it, to study it, to try to achieve the same results. They want the same scent, they want to drown in the same taste. They want to make it even stronger, they want it to travel even farther away.

But perfection is not to be achieved by everyone, not in the same way, not on the same things. If that were the case, then what would perfection be? Some people are able to replicate the same love stories, others will fail and move onto new ones, while others will deconstruct what has been shared with them and play with it just like kids would do after breaking toys apart and realizing they have no idea how to put it back together.

Trying and failing is fine, not moving on is ridiculous and embarrasing. You have not only failed to reach the same level of perfection but you are also acting like nothing has happened and, even worse, you are fooling yourself by thinking others haven’t had a taste of the perfection you failed to reach. You are treating others with the same ignorance you treat yourself, and there are few things that can be more embarrasing than that.

How would you feel if someone handed you a broken love story after you have tasted a perfect one? How would you feel if a kid would hand you a deconstructed toy and tell you, after looking at your surprised face - It is fine. It is better like this.

This is what it feels like to be served a deconstructed Tiramisù, this is what this site is all about.