Is our generation sad because we are never satisfied?
Are we never satisfied because we are suddenly so aware every day of all the things we could have?
Does happiness come from thinking you have it all?
Is bliss really ignorance?
And if this is so, why are older generations so quick to say we are the most self-absorbed and ignorant generation of them all?
Is it because our need to want so much from seeing so much makes us look inner-ward too often?
I ask myself so often when I am doing so fine for twenty-something…will I ever be satisfied?