blazeanewtrail

Call me mentally insane after you read what I am about to write but I despise the concept of work and cannot for the life of me understand why it plays such an immense part in our lives. All my life I've searched for answers only to find more questions. I wish I could just wake up each day only to spend it with the people I care most about. I hate that life is simply about waking up each day only to work to make more money to fuel expenses that most of the time we don't need. I wish I could spend every minute of every day seeking beauty and living it over and over again. Why is life just about working so that we can obtain things? I'm not complaining because I am one to appreciate these "things" but I just don't feel satisfied waking up every day with the realization that this is what all of our lives are. Why is everything around me a normality when inside I feel it to be wrong? I just don't get it and everyone I talk to either tells me to just accept what is, or walks away from the conversation. I feel like something is missing when I really delve into the so-called meaning of life and what we were put on this planet to do.