The world would be a better place if...

Everyone could just have what they wanted.

Seriously, it's not that bad of a concept. If everyone could have have what they wanted, everyone would be happy; that is until someone else wants the same thing.

Would this cause chaos? I'm not too sure, although I don't think it would. Humans change their minds so much about what they want or think they "need" that if someone else wanted to take what they had, chances are they'd move on in seconds and find something else they wanted anyways.

Thus, everyone would be happy all the time just running around retrieving things and experiencing things they thought best. I believe this would also eliminate a lot of the crime and evil in the world because normally, the only reasons why people kill or commit crimes is because a. they can't have what they want and resort to violent means to get it or b. they have missed something in their past (ie. a parent, positive role model, etc.) so they feel they are missing something in their present and they kill, or hurt people in some way to fill that void.

If everyone had what they wanted whether it be money, acceptance, love, material possessions or even solitude, the world would indeed be a better place.

If I was guaranteed an honest response, what would I ask? Hmmm...

Well, there are a million things that run through my head but I would probably ask the other person if they were always honest; then I would know whether they had ever lied to me or not.

If they said "yes, always honest", then I would know their feelings were real and sincere.

If they said "no, not always honest", I would know they had been disloyal at some point in our friendship or relationship. I wouldn't know specifically what they had been dishonest about, which I wouldn't want to know anyhow, because it would not matter; any disloyalty to me is enough to merit me walking away from the situation and never turning back.

Life is too short, no one can afford people treating them in a way they do not deserve. I love myself enough to only surround myself with those who genuinely care about me and want to me succeed. Ill wishes are not welcome here, please and thank you.

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My favorite room had dark brown walls and an extremely marked up, old plank hardwood floor; I didn't mind the markings, it gave the place character. There were 2 windows in the room shrouded in navy blue curtains that did not match but I adored them anyhow because they were all mine. I sat in this room on my tan colored micro-suede couch, very plush and comfortable, with my oak coffee table in front of me. There was a side table to my right with a black lamp and a dusty rose recliner on the other side of it by the window; the other window was located behind the couch. The fireplace was directly in front of me and it had a black marble mantle where the flat screen tv sat. There was a door to the right of the fireplace that led into the bedroom, closed off by a mahogany door with frosted glass windows. To the left of the tv on another wall was a white bookshelf with 4 shelves that contained trinkets, photos and books of various fictional subjects, as well as cookbooks mostly. To the left of that bookshelf there was a doorway into the hall.
This room was the living room in the first apartment I completely called my own, and it symbolized freedom to me and that I was capable of doing something important on my own. It meant a lot to me, this room, as it was all mine and contained my own things and was where I could unwind at the end of the day with someone I cared deeply about at my side.