Why must life be this way? I don’t understand it. If we lived in a utopia, things might be better; but I’m not sure about that. I wish there was some kind of something to overcome this feeling of inadequacy. I doubt I will ever fully figure it out. If I had the ability, I would do it in a second. But I don’t seem to have that ability at the moment. Maybe one day I will be able to figure it all out.
When I was little I was determined that everything had a purpose. If a room had a basket, something had to be placed in the basket. Even though the basket was decorative only. I didn’t understand that. How could something be for decoration and not be used?
Everything needed to have a purpose.
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