I watched it in three sittings and then went back to rewatch "Black Mirror: Bandersnatch." Within the choices dictated by its structure, that process of weighing and balancing might be the very proof that living beings cannot be parameterized.

What is perfection? I think it should be the symbiosis of "completion" and "beauty." But even the point of 'completion' is often subjectively assigned—like abstract art, its focus is "what I want to express," not "complete presentation." When you begin to think and present, that authenticity is the "most beautiful."

"When the bad is gone, the good is gone too. When the flaws are gone, the brilliance is gone too. When the regrets are gone, the surprises are gone too."—I don't understand why so many people revere "If only life could be like the first meeting." Can one only accept the tenderness of the first bud, yet fail to appreciate the flower's steadfastness after enduring wind and rain? Loving only surface-level perfection, this kind of love is too cheap.

For those accustomed to reflection, accepting imperfection is truly difficult. Sometimes, with just a turn, an important friend vanishes from sight. Perhaps the essence of our pursuit of perfection is actually rooted in the fear of "loss."