What a great privilege it is to have a spectrum of experience!

What a boring life we would have without boredom. What a depressing life without depression.

I want to want because the experience of lack that manifests it creates a tunnel-vacuum of anticipation and delayed gratification, and that vacuum itself, irregardless of achieving one's goals, is an enjoyable experience. The toil and the drama of trying to reach my ideal, most "perfect" state, IS the fun; it's the stuff life is made of. Like Ralph Waldo Emerson so wisely stated, "life is a journey, not a destination."

And I don't really want to be perfect, although a baser part of me isn't so convinced. Perfect would get boring REALLY fast. I'd rather struggle and not be satisfied, because it's fun to pretend like I'm a hero in the making with character flaws, plotting out his journey towards a happy ending.

It's fun to star in our own movie. It's fun to prove to ourselves that we can overcome hardships and grow from our pains. For a part of us, a part that's always with us, it's even fun to struggle ourselves out of depression. As we mature, many of us will figure out how to be more of that part of ourselves that's always content and always enjoying life, even when when we're not content or enjoying life!!!