April 20, 2011
Why do we all want more out of life? Why am I not just content with my life? I have a job that pays me a living wage, with some benefits; I have a house over my head; I have found my Geoffrey. You canít see all the qualifications I didnít put into that sentence as I wrote it, but there are significant sources of discontent with all of it (except the last). Have I been incontrovertibly corrupted by the perfectly polished view of what Modern American Life is supposed to be, as portrayed on countless television shows and movies?