Annoy. Disturb. Irritate. Three great maxims from the business end of life. Everyone knows them. Some personify them. You know what I’m talking about. You’ve had those days. When even the inanimate rebels. Nothing works except for whatever it is that's lost. Everything you touch breaks except for what is supposed to. Your most valiant efforts end in failure. You've also met those people -- onlookers who kindly scrub salt into your wounded pride by giving a running commentary on your mistakes and how you should fix them. And then there are those know-it-all nincompoops who come prancing by with smirks plastered on their unrighteous little faces, saying “I told you so!”

Sometimes I wish the world were perfect -- that nothing would ever go wrong. But then who would we be? Would we be people with no resolve, no perseverance, no motivation? Would we be people without soul -- stiff and inflexible -- unable to adjust because there would never be a need? Where there is no friction, there are no sparks, and where there are no sparks, there is no fire. What would inspire us? What would make us burn inside? What would I write about?  ¶ 6:37 PM