Nothing Is Wrong

Something always seems wrong. There is a hum of wrongness running through everything, as if every moment carries a flaw, a crack, a distortion. But that sense is not proof of the world's failure. It is the mind searching for mismatch, the constant comparison of what is to what it imagined. The wrongness is an appearance, not a fact. Look past it and you see it clearly: life unfolding, whole, untouched. Nothing is wrong.