Empty

I own a lot of things but I feel like I have nothing. I consume because I have wants but it all falls short.

I have my health, my family, great friends and wonderful job, but I’m always chasing. I’m tired of running.

I can afford many things, things I want, but at the end of the day, once I have it it matters little to me. Material things mean as much to me as the boxes it comes in. Empty and awaiting to be discarded.

For what I want, money cannot buy and there is nothing I can do about it.