When I was a kid, I always dreamed of having a perfect life. I wanted the weather to be perfectly fine for picking flowers, playing outdoors, and drying clothes. I studied my lessons harder to obtain perfect scores on exams. I also wanted to have a perfect, harmonious relationship with my playmates, relatives, and especially my immediate family members. I wished children, as well as grown-ups, would not pick fights with one another. Wouldn’t this world be a better place to live in if everything would only be perfect?
But every time I had a glimpse of what was happening around me, it was only affirming to me that perfection is only a figment of my imagination. This world isn’t a perfect place. And as long as we dwell here, there will be disappointments, pains, and sufferings. The weather would not change according to my bidding. I might forget the review points I have memorized for our exams. Grown-ups have decisions that I might not agree with. Friends might quarrel over petty matters. Family ties might get entangled. All those tormenting imperfections made me realize that even if in reality the WORLD has no BORDERS, we put walls among us.
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