It doesn’t matter how much we accumulate , we always want more
It never seems to be enough
Before we’re finished with what we’re doing,
We’re already looking to the next thing
The next experience
Looking for that next hit, like addicts looking for a quick fix.
But there is no quick fix
Trying so hard to fill the emptiness with experiences, people or things, by killing time itself.
Not realizing,
That you can’t fill an infinite void, with temporal things
So how much then, is enough?
How much time? How much money?
How many things?
How many people, how many followers?
How many likes? How many lovers?
Answer that, and you’re well on your way to setting yourself free
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