To become smart "beyond the years", you need to lose your childhood. You will not learn to talk about love before you lose it. You will not have a beautiful picture in your head until you find yourself immersed in hopeless ugliness. You won’t imagine the sweetest scent if you don’t stink of a fetid, vile smell. In your imagination, a soul-melting melody will not be born until a skating rink of tastelessness passes through your hearing. You won’t take out your style and creativity from your consciousness if you don’t feel that you are dissolving among these gray, identical people. You won’t even be able to dream when you have everything you want. The pattern is obvious. It is often told to us by loved ones when they console: "Any loss or difficulty makes you stronger, it is an experience that tempers your spirit." And everything would be fine, because of our own free will or against it, we lose something all the time, which means we are getting better and learning. But is there a limit to this perfection? Since losses make us better, then, as long as we have something to lose, are we not perfect? This explains why no one saw ideal people, because in order to become such, they had to lose everything, which means that the ideal person is a dead person.