November 28, 2001
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be somebody else. I look at people in the street and I wonder how different we are from in each other. But then again we are all the same. All of us, striving for a better life. Isn’t that what it is? We’re never satisfied with what we are or what we have. Even the richest person or happiest person has some wish unfulfilled. Why does it have to be so? Why are we built with the idea of unlimited wants? Why can we just be satisfied with what we have?