Without the flaws of life how can we appreciate the truly beautiful things? Without pain how do we know joy? Without sadness can we really appreciate joy?

Personally I wouldn't give up the parts of my life that aren't perfect for a fake reality filled with perfection. At some point this fake perfection wouldn't be enough and then I'd need to figure out how to create an even better perfect.

F that, give me real raw emotion. Give me my Wife with stretch marks as battle scares from carrying our 2 amazing kids. Give me the pain I feel when I walk from the past injuries coming back to haunt me. Give me the fear of failure that motivates me to do more each day.

For without these things what is life really? Fantasy is not reality, nor do I want it to ever be.