We live in a world where someone, long ago, set the rules. They defined what is good, bad, or ugly. What is considered a defect? If your profession is not part of a designated boundary, you do not exist. You are a defect.
People called Van Gogh a defect. The same was true of what many thought about Beethoven or Marie Curie.
Social parameters and their narrow width have killed many unimaginable inventions and explorations. We are told from early days to be good, with a list of bad things to avoid. Judgment has been predefined and determined by those who are no longer alive. This gospel has been spread in building this civilization, where everyone is running to find something, only to realize how lost they are.
The defect is not in a few, but in society itself, with its rigid rules. The fear of guilt and failure overrides courage and the will to go against the odds.
We are all suffering, sitting in cubicles, overburdened with loans, and planning our next vacation or what to post on social media for likes.