Why We Keep the World Broken

And the uncomforbleable possibility that we're addicted to the problems we say we want solved.

Let me just say the quiet part out loud:

I don’t actually think humans want world peace.

We want content.

Because imagine if we solved everything; war, poverty, hunger, pollution.

Then what?

We all sit around eating grapes in silence like emotionally healthy adults?

Please. Absolutely not.

Humans would lose their fucking minds.

No more “I’m outraged!”, “I’m so exhausted from caring so much!”

and no more moral-superiority merit badges.

And worst of all—no more donation selfies.

You mean I don’t get to feel like Mother Teresa because I sent $10 to a GoFundMe?

Now suddenly I have to face myself? Come take a ride in my Tesla with me, Satan.

We don’t want solutions.

We want problems with good lighting, something dramatic we can dissect to death.

That’s why we say things like,

“There’s enough wealth in the world to solve hunger!”

Yes. Correct.

But if hunger disappears, what do we post on World Hunger Day?

A salad and a protein shake?

No, no.

Humans need struggle.

Not to fix it but just to narrate it.

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Let’s be honest: we treat global crises like an emotional buffet.

War? Outrage entrée.

Poverty? Sympathy side dish.

Climate change? Perfect for dramatic monologues on Instagram.

Pollution? Great for blaming corporations while I still order everything on Amazon.

Hello Greta, can you imagine who she’d be without Climate Change?

Maybe going gaga over Labubu?

And yes, I’m dragging myself too.

I’m not standing on a high horse; my horse is tired, dramatic, and probably also hungry and craving sugar cubes.

The point is:

If the world becomes peaceful, we lose our favorite entertainment category: bitching.

Bitching is a national sport.

It’s the glue holding society together.

It’s therapy, gossip, cardio, and identity all in one.

So of course humanity hasn’t solved everything yet.

We’re still enjoying the drama.

Because once everything is fixed, we’ll actually have to deal with the real mess: ourselves.

And let me be the first to say,

That problem?

That one is way harder to solve.

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So…now what?

If the biggest problem is me. then the only place to start fixing the mess out there…

is to clean up the mess in here.

I realized I had this addiction to looking good and avoiding looking bad.

Not in some heroic, moral sense but in the small, everyday ways we try to prove myself.

Over time, I’ve learned to let go—just a little.

Not purge it.

Not transcend it.

Just dilute it.

Take the intensity down from a 9 to a 5.

I’ve also started getting comfortable doing good things quietly; zero applause. zero Instagram ans zero “Look at me.”

And it’s wild how much the ego shrinks when no one’s watching,

and how much more real the action becomes.

For me, that’s one of the closest thing to peace I’ve found:

not the absence of global problems,

but the quiet absence of performance in my own life.

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Question to ponder:

If the real mess isn’t out there but inside me, what would happen if I faced it honestly, without anyone watching, without validation, without the drama?