is this how it is?
I remember when I was a little kid. Everything seemed so fascinating. I used to read stories about magic kingdoms and special powers and love and happy endings and decided that, hey, that’s what my life is going to be like when I grow up.
No hon, it’s all about the money. That’s all there is, isn’t it? We all want the biggest houses, the best clothes, the most expensive cars. Five days a week we go to work so we can stash up all the money we can so we can buy the next new thing, and we tell ourselves that it’s going to make us a little bit more happier than yesterday. Does it? Why are we always unhappy? Why are we always unsatisfied? Why is nothing ever good enough? Why is there always this “next new thing”?
And the adults. They are always preaching what’s “right”. As if they know how to achieve the “best life”. But the truth is, they don’t know the truth about life; they might think they know but they’re just fooling themselves. They’re as lost as anyone.
The saddest thing? When we grow up, we’ll be just like them. That’s how the world rolls.
Whenever I stumble upon this thought, I don’t want to live.
