Imperfections have been a common running theme in many post-graduation reflection notes popping up all over Facebook (they were almost a fad for a few days), which got me thinking a bit. As with many other topics, my stand is that absolute perfection in every aspect of our lives would be meaningless if we don't have imperfections to contrast with. Without that dose of realism, we would just take perfection for granted. More importantly though, if life was perfect, then there wouldn't be any reason for it to shift from perfection; hence, a perfect world would stagnate by necessity. As quoted from that maths video from months ago, "A timeless and perfect world never changes, but it is dead." If NJ life was perfect, every day would be a mindless routine; a comfortable and enjoyable routine, but a routine nonetheless. In other words, a dead life. If NJ life was cushy all year round, would we still remember so fondly those short respites from studying and mugging?
Funny how I can write paragraph upon paragraph while blogging, but I can never seem to fill up two pages when doing GP or econs. I think the loathing of essay/paragraph writing is the distinction between the science and arts streams :/
How do you differentiate between a natural diamond and an artificial one? Only natural diamonds will have flaws within them.
