Funny how things used to matter so much. When we were all children and the world was new and exciting. When the idea of the tooth fairy slipping money under our pillow was exhilarating, when our birthdays were all we could think about for months prior, when a trip to Disneyland kept us tossing and turning all night in anticipation, when a visit from Santa Clause required preparation for the entire month of December. Now what keeps us going? The thought of the next opportunity to get fucked up or fuck another person? What is our motivation? Spending countless hours with friends who’s names we wont remember in thirty years? What is important? What matters to us? What excites us, truly excites us? What is our buzz? What makes all this suffering worth it? Before we grew up we found the beauty in the simple things the world had to offer us. Why did we have to get used to things? Why did we have to become desensitized? I guess what I am trying to say isn’t funny at all. The fact that we are now blind to the simple joy we once relished in is not funny but quite on the contrary. It is painfully sad that these things no longer tickle our spirit and send us leaping in the air out of excitement. I guess what I am saying is that I want that back. I want the happiness of childhood the simple gifts each day and season had to offer. Why did it have to be taken away from us? It is sickeningly unfair. But, then again, when is life ever fair?