Enough

I have a great life: I have a wonderful family who supports me, friends who are there for me, two stable jobs that provide me with sufficient funds, and a fancy 3rd floor apartment in downtown. I am a struggling but still successful musician with so much ahead of her and so much potential. I have a wonderful boyfriend who is nothing but good to me, takes care of me, loves me, and treats me the way every girl should be treated.

... Yet even though I seem to have it all, it always seems that it is never enough. There is always something missing. Am I to be reduced to nothing but a constantly unsatisfied creature, who only seeks but fails to get rid of the hateful and negative thoughts that plague her? I don't know what is wrong with me; I always ruin everything. In spite of all the things in my life that yield positive results, I can't seem to avoid the only conclusion I've consistently known -- that I hate this life. I need more of something, a tangible object to fulfill my desire, but I can't find it. Where are you, what are you, why haven't I found you yet?

So the question is that despite leading a normal, ideal lifestyle that everyone seeks as an adult, while being exactly where you imagined yourself to be, is the grass really greener on the other side?

Romans 13:10

I want to wash myself of all the hatred I've ever felt throughout my cognitive life. I want to rid my body of the negative energy that flows through my soul, and replace it with love -- love that conquers, love that teaches, and love that shows. I want to share this love and be ever wiser, ever kinder, and ever more the grateful being who drinks from life itself. Let me be of the universe, and see all with my new and loving eyes, to walk the earth without my previous disposition of loneliness and bitter impulses. You, my brother, my sister, my lover, my friend -- you deserve to love and be loved, and to learn what I have learned, and that is that I am found, I am new, and I am love.