If everything were perfect, we'd be bored.
No bliss without the helpful depression.
No freedom without a lovely tyrant.
The helpful destruction of what we know
is sometimes the only path to growth.
Hurricanes, floods, and wildfires:
nature's way to make space for new life.
Remember, when wishing for perfection:
happiness will get tired and overdone.
NaPoWriMo suggested using this Serendipitous Oxymorons Creator today. I played around with it some, and I found a few thought-provoking things: