A comfortable life is blah.
When everything is taken care of for you, you don’t even realize that there were problems needed to be fixed.
Automated technology tries to do it all for us. And when it doesn’t, there will be an uproarious crowd ready to declare war.
If you have a itch and there is always someone to scratch it for you, can you even say you had an itch?
Maybe they scratched it for you even before you knew there was an itch.
What if that is actually a disservice?
What if that itch is there to tell you something?
What would it mean to see that itch and scratch it yourself?
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