There was a man named Arman who always believed he knew exactly what he wanted in life. He was educated, had a stable job, and people in his town respected him. But Arman had one habit that slowly ruined his happiness — he always searched for perfection.When Arman turned thirty, his family arranged his first marriage with a girl named Hira. Hira was confident, educated, and had modern thoughts. She liked to share her opinions, dress neatly, and talk about her dreams. At first, Arman admired her intelligence. But after marriage, small things started bothering him. Hira wanted to continue her job, meet her friends sometimes, and have discussions where both could share decisions equally.Arman began to feel uncomfortable. He told himself, “She is too modern. A wife should be simple and quiet.” Instead of understanding her, he focused only on what he didn’t like. Small arguments became bigger. Hira tried to adjust, but Arman had already made up his mind. Within two years, they separated. Arman told everyone the same reason: “She was too modern for me.”Time passed, and Arman remarried. This time, he chose a girl completely different from Hira. Her name was Sana. She was soft-spoken, traditional, and preferred staying at home. She never argued and always agreed with Arman’s decisions. In the beginning, Arman felt proud of his choice. He believed he had finally found the “perfect” wife.But slowly, a new dissatisfaction grew inside him. Sana rarely shared her thoughts. She depended on Arman for every small decision. Conversations became limited. There was peace, but there was also silence. Arman began to feel bored and emotionally distant. Instead of appreciating Sana’s simplicity, he started complaining in his heart.One evening, while sitting alone, Arman thought, “She is too simple. I wish she was more confident, more expressive.” The same man who once rejected a woman for being modern was now unhappy because his wife was too traditional. Again, the marriage did not last. Sana quietly returned to her parents’ home, leaving Arman alone.Years passed. Arman grew older, and loneliness slowly became his closest companion. One night, he was sitting by his window, watching people walk with their families, hearing children laugh in nearby houses. For the first time, he looked deeply into his own heart.He realized the problem was never Hira or Sana. The problem was his endless search for a “perfect middle” that didn’t exist. He had always focused on what was missing instead of valuing what was present. He understood that every person has strengths and flaws, and marriage is not about finding perfection but about accepting differences.With a heavy heart, Arman whispered to himself, “There is no perfect balance in people. We must learn to settle with love, respect, and understanding.”In the end, Arman had everything except companionship. His life became a silent lesson — happiness is not found in perfect people but in imperfect people who always choose to grow together.
As someone said pretty earlier :-
“Perfect is the enemy of good.” — Voltaire
