Rainy days and Selfishness

It’s raining. Fat drops like tears falling from the darkened sky. I’m sitting at my desk, gazing out the window and watching them fall. Thinking about the selfishness of man. The greed some people carry in them. Trying to understand how death tears families apart instead of bringing them together like it should. It’s so very sad. God is ashamed of us I think. He looks down and sees his people and the way we let money control our lives, and it shames him.

I’m drinking my coffee from my dollar store unicorn mug, and sitting in my old chair I bought used for twenty bucks, and I’m thinking, if this was all there ever was I’d be happy. My chair. My dog. My hot coffee, and a rainy day.

I have my little family, my little home, my job. I don’t need much else. The problem with our society today is we always want more than we have, more than we need. Always trying to get the biggest and best home, car, purse, furniture-you name it. We’ve become lost to possessions. Why did we stay so far?

I guess for now I’ll just watch the rain and enjoy my coffee. Knowing that for me, it’s enough.

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Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Materialism, Mental Health, OCD, Writing

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