Just realized something wild about how we define "progress." We're all chasing the next big thing, faster tech, more efficient systems. But if you look at the greatest art, the stuff that really sticks with you, it's almost always about the messy, inefficient, deeply human parts of life. Maybe true progress isn't about streamlining everything, but about making more room for the beautiful, chaotic things that can't be optimized. Like, are we getting better at living, or just better at *doing*?