Greener Grass

Everyone dreams of the "greener grass."

Admit it. We all do.
Whatever situation you might be in...you're thinking of a better one.

If you're in school...you wish you were out. If you work all the time...you wish you didn't. If you're hanging out with friends...you wish you could just have some time alone to think. And if you're alone...you wish somebody was near. If you're carrying a couple extra pounds...you wish you could get rid of them. And if you're living your life exactly the way you want...you still at least dream about moving to a different city.

Why does this desire lie at the core of every human being? Is it a manifestation of our childhood imagination that has just simply matured? Maybe it is a drive to keep us going...living life...striving to become something better than what we are. I don't really know what the explanation is.

Whether this aspect of our humanity is beneficial or detrimental is the question. Maybe this just leads to constant state of dissatisfaction. Or maybe it keeps us aware of what we could be achieving. Maybe being drawn to the "greener grass" makes us open to change. Or does it set us up for disappointment?

And the hardest question of all is knowing what to do with the images of just how green that grass could be. Do we chase after it? Or do we know better? Or do we lock them up in the back of our minds? Or try to find out if the grass actually feels smoother, smells fresher, and really is just more green.

I don't ever want to grow content with the things in my life. But I'm wondering if there's a line to draw in wishing for the things that we actually know couldn't get any better...but still wishing they were.