"They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
They belch us."
- Emilia

Othello Act 3 Scene 4

I'm totally taking this quote out of context.
Right now, I feel like a piece of belched cowgrass.

I dont know how many young adults my age face the same problem i have.
Not many, i fathom.
Every day you wake up, and it's just THERE. It never goes away.
It smacks you right in the face everywhere you go - the problem NEVER goes away, it never disappears.
The worse thing is: You can't do anything abt it.

I guess, this is the best cure for materialism.
Having nothing.