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10/7/2020
It seems we’re never truly satisfied. Adolescents long to be adults, while adults often wish to be younger. We frequently dislike our appearance in photos, only to look back years later and wish we still looked that way. This cycle of discontent continues endlessly. Why is it so difficult for us to simply be content and appreciate what we have in the moment? (P.S. For you grammar sharpies out there, don’t diss my use of “diss” instead of “dis.” I’ve researched it thoroughly and have picked a side. ;-)
