[Ishamoridin]

I would postulate that the world would seem imperfect to us, because it was not designed for us. Like a cockroach living under a sink might complain about the damp, we exist in an environment that made us but which is not tailored to all the requirements and wants we have.

This is not to say that I do not like the world, but merely that it's imperfections mean that I must exert effort in order to maintain my existence.