Our world is flawed and filled with problems and for it I am grateful.
If we lived in a perfect world, then there would be nothing to do, nothing to talk about, and no reason to grow.
It would be boring as hell and in some ways it might actually be Hell.
Think about it. There'd be no point in writing stories or any other form of expression that seeks to put a light on the human condition.
They'd all be the confirmations of how great we have it.
I think we'd be bored to tears as humans.
Now if we weren't human and lived in a perfect world, that'd be fine.
But as long as we have human lives, as we understand them today, then it is important to have flaws and problems to overcome.
How else would we determine how far we have to go?
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