In A Perfect World...

This week's blog topic really got me thinking. On the one hand, a perfect world would be amazing! Nothing would ever go wrong and oh! I'd be a best-selling author! And my dog wouldn't be old and my cousin wouldn't have died from ovarian cancer and I wouldn't be dealing with multiple revisions (because I'd have written the books perfectly the first time!)

That sounds really good, and I have to admit, I'd love for all of those perfect world things I mentioned above to be true.

But they aren't, and you know, as painful as some of them are (my cousin's death being the most painful), I don't think I'd want to live in a perfect world because if I did, everything would always be perfect and then--

Well, then how would I ever feel anything?

I don't have a perfect life, and so I rejoice in the moments that are good (the love my family had for my cousin and how we were all able to share it at her memorial service), and the bad...well, I feel them, and they hurt.

In a perfect world, I wouldn't have any of that. I'd just be there, and everything would always be perfect.

I'd rather feel.

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