As a kid, I used to look forward to being a teenager
But now that I am a teenager, I want to be and adult
As a kid, I used to be sufficed with clothes
But now, I want certain types of clothes
And when I get those,
I want compliments
He used to want money to live comfortably,
Now that he has that, he wants even more – to be rich
They used to want certain types of clothes,
But they now want only designer
We are never happy with what we have
Nothing will ever be enough for us
We will keep craving more
And more
Is it because we have never known true struggle
That nothing will ever be enough?
Is it because of our privileges we are like this?
Is it because we aren’t enough? For ourselves?
Why is genuine satisfaction so hard to achieve?
Can I ever be happy with what I have
Without constantly wanting more,
And more,
And more?