The Theory of Imperfection
I have a theory.
It is that no matter what we fix, there will always be more left to do. It is that the Universe will always try to progress...but will never be perfect.
I like to call this my Theory of Imperfection (because it sounds so official that way), and I've be pondering it for some time now.
As a perfectionist, I've found myself never really satisfied with anything. This or that could be so much better if (insert list of more favorable outcomes here). That's not to say I don't recognize good things when I see them, like sunsets and starlight and books and music. I'm just convinced that there's no such thing as flawless. Because existence is still, and always will be, a battle for survival. Because no one can agree on what perfection really is. Because pain is very much real and very much with us.
That doesn't mean we shouldn't stop trying to make things as nearly perfect as possible. Again, there is always more to do. We still need more medical discoveries. More equality for all life. More...everything, really. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. As long as life exists, we need to leave this place in better shape than we found it. Imperfection may be ever-present, but we can reach more favorable outcomes.