There comes a moment in a person’s life when he realizes that he will never be good enough for someone. That no matter what he does, someone will always think it is not worth doing. That, no matter how he does it, there will always be someone who would think it could have been done in a better way. That he will always be surrounded with people with an intense desperation to improvise on the way he wants to live his life. That his dreams will never be big enough for someone. That his thoughts won’t be deep enough for someone to not find him shallow. That his smile won’t be charming enough or his gait, confident enough. That there are endless imperfections seeking flawed perfections. And in that ephemeral moment, when the realization creeps in, everything comes to a stand still. Just for one short moment. Everything and everyone. Everyone but he. And that’s when it happens. That’s when dreams are pedestalized and judgments ostracized.