we see others and think, wow, he got that gig really with a bit of luck huh. what did she do to deserve that opportunity? how does it seem that i always get the tough rolls of dice?
yes, in trite feel-good stories, we are always told to cherish what we have, and to appreciate things we take for granted.
were our aspirations always so grand? did we already get to where we wanted? when do we stop feeding the monster? the monster, i'm told, gets less hungry with age, particularly as reality, or realization of reality, sets in.
can you remember the time when you told yourself you'd be so happy, for a long, long time, if you could just get that job? that girl? that yoga pose? finish that 10k run? see your kid graduate? can you wind back the clock? is it a weakness to be content with tiny victories and not aspire to greater ones?
