I sometimes wish our lives were as easy as others thought they were. Or I guess I should say as others perceive them to be. I don’t understand why we can’t all have those storybook endings, or even storybook lives? Have you ever thought about it? Is life difficult because it’s life, or is it more difficult to some than others? I honestly just don’t know. I’d like to think that life will get easier as I grow older, but things just seem to get more complicated, day by day. More things come up, more issues arrive. Just when you think you’ve pulled ahead in life, it throws a curve-ball at you. What can ease that pain? What can make things easier?

Has materialism overcome our world so much that no one cares about anything other than the needs of their own? Sometimes I think so. In fact, I believe that’s it. I believe the world has become so engrossed with their own needs and desires, we’ve forgotten about everyone else. Perhaps everyone has forgot how to give assistance, or to consider others feelings in the world. It’s very hard to find nice people these days. People that will actually listen to you. It seems like everyone expects you to do so much for them, but then when it comes down to them helping you, they are no where to be found. I’ve been there for so many people, I’ve listened; I’ve heard their problems, but then I sometimes feel like no one cares to hear mine. No one is considerate enough to take the time to listen, and even if they do, it doesn’t seem like they even care. I don’t know, I almost feel like anything that anyone does, is just a selfish desire in their own heart, to obtain what they need, or want. Who knows. Our world has just been corrupted by so much.

I’m almost just ready for it to be over. Maybe it’s just that life was a lot easier as a child. Take me back to the start.