A Perfect Image
If we lived in a perfect world,
What would we do? Aren't all of our lives about perfect everything?
Perfect tests. Perfect life. Perfect job.
Sometimes I hate that word, even though I want it so much.
There's no such thing as perfect, my parents say.
Then why?
Why was such a concept even created?
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine.
Imagine a perfect world.
Where money didn't exist and everyone was healthy, and happy.
Where people didn't argue about those stupid printed papers they hand to you after you get fired.
Where robots take care of everything and we all can relax, and do things like- like-
This is where I stop.
What would we do if the world was perfect and we didn't have to worry?
What would my dad do, instead of going to big cities to work for our money?
What would my mom do, if she didn't have to worry about all those bills people send to us in the mail?
What would we do, if we didn't have to worry about the stocks and the things we had to pay for?
The economy would fall.
And nobody would have anything driving them to live.
We wouldn't have to fight for our survival.
And I stop thinking.
And I wonder about "perfect."
Sometimes, things are meant to be that way.
So I turn my mind away.
And focus on another mystery of life.