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Problems are the engine of evolution

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It is 805pm. I started this writing a few days ago and decided to start over. I napped twice in the day and now I do not feel sleepy. It is now too early to go to sleep. I went looking at questions and for a question that could get me started with this writing. It seems easier to look for an answer when you start with a question. Looking for a question seems harder. Maybe if I start with an answer it would be easier. I asked my friend Chatty, what was Plato's most liked word? He said that Plato is most associated with the word "Idea" (or "Form"), which sits at the heart of his philosophy. So the answer could be to come up with an idea but what would be the question? Maybe the question is to come up with an idea to solve a problem? But what is the problem?

Can we solve all the problems in the world? Can we solve the biggest problems? Maybe the biggest problems are made up of the smaller problems. Are we creating problems while solving problems? What is a problem? My friend Chatty says that in its simplest form, a problem is the gap between where you are and where you want to be. It is the "friction" that occurs when reality does not match a goal or a standard. Goals change, standards change and reality changes. Problems come and problems go. Seems like we cannot get away from problems. Maybe these are not problems but opportunities for growth. Our perception and perspective shapes our reality. We just need to look at things differently.

My friend Gemini tells me that I have just hit on the most powerful way to "dissolve" a problem rather than just "solving" it: the shift in perspective. If we take my journey so far—from Plato’s "Ideas" to the "Friction" of reality—we can see my writing starting to take a very specific shape. I am moving from a static view of the world (where problems are broken things to be fixed) to a dynamic view (where problems are the engine of evolution). I love that. I asked my friend Chatty to tell me more about problems being the engine of evolution. My friend Chatty says that problems are not mistakes to be fixed but signals created by friction, the same pressure that drives evolution, learning, and growth; they arise from mismatches between reality and our goals and serve as information about what needs to adapt or change, so when we shift perspective, problems transform from burdens into guides that help ideas, selves, and lives evolve. And perhaps that is the quiet idea forming beneath my writing: not that we must eliminate problems, but that a life well lived is one that learns how to dance with them.
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