Perfection?

It must be nice –
Never being wrong, I mean -
Knowing that everything
You do, say, and think
Is always exactly the correct thing.

How does that feel?
Being perfect?
Never admitting you were wrong?
Never saying sorry?
Never considering another point of view?
Knowing that, no matter what,
You are always right?

But alas, your fantasy world
Is just that –
A fantasy.
Everyone else knows it’s not real.
And yet you persist
In believing it is.

So here is my real question:
Which is better?
Living in your fantasy
And believing you are perfect,
Or living in reality
And knowing you aren’t?