In Sydney, Australia, there lived a man named Lucas Russell. He was a kind man, a man without a family, as his parents had passed away. At the age of thirty, he had never married because he was searching for the “Perfect Woman.” He constantly demanded perfection, influenced by the self-improvement, self-discovery, and self-reinvention podcasts and channels that surrounded him. Every morning, he would wake up and write his name on a piece of paper along with the tasks he was supposed to accomplish. Yet, without making any real effort, he would return to bed at night, unchanged. Soon after, he was fired from his job at the butcher shop. It felt as though all the misfortunes of the world had fallen solely upon him.