I can’t remember the last time I felt comfortable.
There’s always something going on.
Stress is always high.
Thoughts are always racing.
Life never stops.
A concept I love deeply, yet hate at the same time.
To live is such a beautiful thing, there are so many things to experience.
So tell me why we waste our time working our lives away?
How did we get to a point where money dictates everything?
When did we lose our sense of understanding.
That our beautiful lives should be spent traveling, meeting new souls, and challenging our dreams.
Why do we continue to see life as a series of objects, why can’t we see what we were given?
Is there any way we will ever truly become a selfless society, and one day it won’t be about the money, and the rules, or the expectations?