When going gets tough, it isn't uncommon that we find ourselves seeking ways to get around the problem by just flying away. Maybe that's why human beings are so infatutated with the ability to fly? Looking up into the sky, gazing at the birds that seem so... free, so burdenless.... Is this jealousy? But, we're just human beings so full of flaws... we're quick in our attempt to justify our superiority by making a list of things that we posses that they don't. But if we believe that to be true, why don't we ever seem to be satisfied with whatever it is that we have? When do we draw the line bewtween being genuinely deprived, seeking necessary improvement, and being greedy? Are we all ultimately dragging our sorry asses in an eternal pursuit to satisfy a bottomless bucket intended for some need that may or may not have any social bearings ( the way money, status and fame do )? If things are tough because of our own desire to fill this bucket, then how is it that we can ask to be comforted by others with a straight face? Are we just that shameless? Yet friends are quick to lend their helping hands to us. How nice of them. At least we're doing our part in satisfying others' desires to be helpful.....

I obviously woke up on the wrong side of my bed today.