Being young a person just naturally has high hopes. Things will go well. Dreams will be accomplished. Wants will be satisfied. And then time begins to weave its continuous web -- and everything changes.
Problems and obstacles spring up like thorns. Goals are sometimes met, and rewards are earned. But often only more obstacles arise. And that is life. A series of small goals met, and larger goals still out there to be met. And a maelstrom of flying obstacles in between.
And in all that, if one chooses to live simply -- to live without causing pain, or spending too much time getting out of the way of it -- one feels the inadequacy of our position. We are free-willed enough to live as we choose; be we perhaps shall never achieve what we truly want. Is that the life I signed up for?
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