I hate, hate, hate when I fix something and I don’t know why the fix worked (or what the fix even was…). I want my suffering to result in something learned so it doesn’t happen again.

I remember watching a testimony from a North Korean who escaped south. The thing that finally convinced them they need to leave was finding a discarded plastic water bottle. That something so useful would be carelessly discarded confirmed everything he had suspected about how shit life was in the North compared to the South.