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These thoughts meander like the restless wind. Why is it that I always want more? I’ll have something marvelous, but in my mind, it’s never enough. Something satisfactory could be something outstanding. And that something good could always be something better. I’ve become driven by an urge to constantly strive for the next best thing. Every friendship, every good fortune, every single day. It’s always a struggle to constantly have it a bit better. At times, this can be a good thing, only when balanced correctly as well as realistically. More often than not though, I go crazy with being discontent. Why do I keep constantly pushing for the next step up? Why can’t I sit back and enjoy what I have? I still have to figure that one out, but for the meanwhile, I think it’s time to try and take life as it comes, instead of looking at what it isn’t, but more on what it is.

You can’t have everything. Where would you put it ?