True beauty is what we crave

Life is airbrushed. I bet you can't tell which part of this woman's face I didn't edit.

There's something beautiful over there where we can't go. I'm content with where I am sometimes, but I am discontented by the lack of originality in life. There's beauty and there's love. There's pain, sadness, joy, happiness and depression. Why do we have to know everything? Why do we have to like the things that others like? Why are we condemned when we want to be different? Why do we hate? Why do we love? Sure, we know the mechanics of the human body. We know how the human mind works. But we don't know what really makes us thrive so far. Magic? God? It would be nice to believe there is some divine being in the sky looking out for us, but that just shows that how fragile the human being is. We are scared to believe that we aren't alone. We would die if we were not able to communicate. We are the beings of socialization. We just can't grasp the fact that if God doesn't really exist, are we alone?

I have what I need and anything else I crave is just being spoilt.