Tron: Legacy, a 2010 film, has become one of my favourite movies.
For the uninitiated, the movie is the sequel to Tron, a cult classic from 1982, in which (as simply as I can explain it, not being a 'techie'), a computer genius named Kevin Flynn was able to enter the digital world. He created a computer clone of himself called CLU to create the perfect world within 'the Grid'. The sequel shows Flynn and his son, Sam, fighting CLU, who has taken the concept of 'perfection' to disturbing heights (or depths).
You see, Flynn found ISOs, a race of programmes that spontaneously evolved on the Grid. In the digital world, based on my understanding, stuff like that just ain't supposed to happen. Flynn thought ISOs would change the world. CLU thought they were imperfect and so had zero reason or right to exist.
In one scene, Flynn says to Sam, "He (CLU) doesn't dig imperfection." Neither do I, apparently. The difference between CLU and I is that he wiped out all but one ISO in what was called 'the Purge', or as Flynn called it, genocide. I won't be committing such an '-ide' (maybe a few of a different kind) to achieve the mythical status of perfection. But I have worried myself to pieces, banged my head in frustration and lost many hours of sleep at night in the attempt.
You see, this is why, despite the fact that the first Tron came out a year after I entered this cosmic caravan, I can identify with both Flynn and CLU. The former was looking for perfection, but by the movie's end we realise that spending more time with his boy in our world was worth much more than trying to find perfection in the digital realm. I have no children, but at least I can understand the concept. And yet, I feel like CLU at times, because I think I was created to strive for perfection. I think, in a way, we all share CLU's quest. The key variable in the equation is that my concept of perfect is different from yours and vice-versa. When I plan anything, I try to plan down to the most minute detail. It irks me tremendously when I have to resort to plan B. I go completely ballistic on others if I find out they didn't have a formal plan in the first place.
Driving along this galactic cycle of my life, I still search for perfection - as elusive as those tiny fish you try to catch with your hands in the river. Who knows where my journey will take me. Maybe one day I'll accept what Flynn said as he faced off with CLU for the final time: "The thing about perfection is that it's unknowable. It's impossible, but it's also right in front of us all the time."