we had a chance

Everyone simply rushes back to the office… and it is chaos. Everything is chaos. The roads are full, the elevators are full, the toilets are full. It’s a mess and no one is happy. It’s a tragedy that so many live a life of misery because they need money to pay for bills. 

                  The past dies. During the pandemic in 2020, we grasped for the past and longed to return to 2019. However, by 2021’s end we were forging a new life, a better life. We were returning, more grateful, and we were changing our way of life to match our own goals and desires. We were striving for a balance that would allow us to work and contribute whilst also traveling or spending time with family or doing household chores that would free up more time in the evenings and the weekends. Companies were just as productive, if not more so, and people were happier. 

                  The sad reality is, and it makes sense, those who strive to control do control. They control others and, thus, the ones who want peace are forced to adhere to the desires of the controllers. Those who want peace and calm and balance simply seek to live their own lives and let others live theirs as they wish to. Those who want to control seek to destroy that because it is natural for them to want power and wealth and to destroy the happiness of those whom they consider to be beneath them.

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