A random thought: would you desire a life in which everything were beautiful? That you were only surrounded by beautiful people, beautiful objects, beautiful architecture, beautiful landscapes, beautiful things, and beautiful thoughts? Maybe not. Why is this? Perhaps we need the ugly in order to appreciate the beautiful, and vice versa.
And also maybe the task of the artist is to transform the ugly, and elevate and make it beautiful. Or to take what is pre-existing ugly, and to beautify it. This is the joy we have and restoration of old homes, and old cars. Also perhaps the joy we have in TV shows in which you turn a nerdy person into a stylish and beautiful person, or where you turn an overfat person into a fit and muscular person.
I’ve also discovered that my joy in hiking and natural landscapes is that because I’m so accustomed to the ugly suburbs, I can actually appreciate the beauty of nature. If we never had ugly things to compare and contrast with, we would never deem other things as beautiful. Or we would never appreciate the beautiful, because it is our norm.
Therefore my take away is this: do not desire an existence that is 100% devoid of the ugly. Rather, be grateful of the ugly, and it is your task as an artist to transform things and create the beautiful.
Also, a paradise, a utopia is not desirable. Also, pain and suffering and injustice is a necessity for thriving and beautiful life.