It's always something

Too busy, not busy enough. Too hot, too cold. Too hungry, too full. Too tired, too awake. Too loud, too quiet. It's always one or the other, isn't it? Complain, complain, complain, complain. Is anybody ever happy with his or her present situation? I honestly don't think so. It seems like we pretend to be fine with life, but in actuality we are just doing our best to push through to the next moment that makes us forget our discontent. Maybe I'm jaded, maybe I'm just being truthful here. Who really knows anymore?