Because these days aren't easy

Why

... do we feel the way we feel...

... do we dream the dreams we dream...

... do we do the things we do...

... do we think the way we think...

... is it so hard to understand people sometimes...

... does it sometimes seem like time whizzes pass as we stand idle...

... can't people ever be just contented and not want more?

I reckon humans, in general, are difficult to satisfy. Give them a town; they want the country. Give them the country; they want the world. Give them the world; they want the universe.

What matters most? "It's not the big things, but the little things, that can mean enough. - The Perfect Fan"

The pink elephants are trampling around in my head... oww