it must be around here somewhere... but where!?

We don't ever think we're good enough. There is always some higher spot we can reach, let alone the rest of you. There is always better, there is always more. It's no wonder we are such a pathetic generation of lazy mooks sitting around waiting for our next meal to miraculously appear on our dinner plate. We let "them" pick out what is right, and what is wrong - what will get us the guy/girl, what will score us the big money. I know very few people who actually stop, and look at the destructive trend we have created. It's true - the media blasts it in our faces from Day 1, but in the end it is our choice to follow the leader or make our own path. I think that what saddens me the most about our generation is that it is now "cool" to be unique. We've have turned even individuallity into a trend. Whenever I'm asked what I "want to be" I quite often respond with "myself, without the labels" and the dumbfounded responses make me giggle. Is it really so outrageous to just want to survive? I don't WANT any of the extravagent extras. Don't get me wrong, handed to me I would definitely take a more suitable house, a car to get from point A to point B.... how could I rightfully turn down those kinds of conveniences? But in the meantime, I am content in walking to where we need to get too - to squish in our "cozy" house. I don't want to live pay cheque to pay cheque - but I don't need much. I just can't relate to the materialistic drive most people have.. I can understand it - wouldnt it be nice to live in a beach house in Miami? But it's not a need, and I survive off of necessity. In the end of it all, it's no wonder to me that we struggle so much with human interaction. The next heart break, the next story... it's all so tragic, and really I have a hard time believing that we're not all just lost. Sucked into the manhole that is this society, wandering around in the dark bumping into one another. If we're lucky, we bump into the right person and there's a connection made... and sometimes it even eliminates the darkness. Perhaps, now after this bumping - you have "found the light" and the world makes sense... but how long until we get bored, and the lights start to dim again... and were back in the dark wandering, even more hopeless than before? I like to believe that the light is going to stay on, if you fight for it. But when it's all said and done, we are just a bunch of lazy mooks who wouldn't fight for the food on our plate, let alone said bumpers.