If Only

I wish I were married If only I were free. I wish I had children What happened to MY life; MY space! I can't wait for my kids to grow up I wish they were little again, and close to me If only I had stax of money I yearn for the simple life I wish I had a great job If only I could stay at home and watch my kids grow I wish my man adored me; wanted to be with me more . . . If only he wouldn't be so suffocating; it drives me crazy When we wish for our dream situation, all we see is the rosy side of it When we get it, it is often very different from what we imagined - and we can't see any rosy side at all! And so we can pendulum-swing from discontent to discontent The problem could be having Public Enemy Number One (well, mine anyway) "ME" at centre stage That demanding, insatiable horror - Who causes us to be unwittingly Self centred; self absorbed; self seeking - I firmly believe that a fulfilled life lies on the other side of all that. The question being: Who will take me there? Who will rescue me? Because I cannot get rid of my own Self-ness Fulfillment is a bit like humility If you chase it for yourself, you will never have it. There are verses that say something like that, aren't there?