Why is it always more, more, more? More things, more friends, more activities, more money, more work, more technology.... Always striving, comparing - but rarely satisfied or happy.
I find myself constantly measuring myself up, finding myself lacking, and envying the lives of others. Not happy to be still, not happy to be active, scared of wasting time - definitely not living in the present and not enjoying the gift of life.
Every day is an internal struggle - minding what i say, minding what i do, trying to control the internal dialog. Working to be fair - although first instinct is to be judgemental. Frustrated by seeing my own faults in others.
An imperfect being trying to be PERFECT.
What a Mess!
The Menace from Space
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