A few decades ago, you may remember that life got really big. Big hair, big shoulders, big houses, and big mini-vans. Music videos and Madonna's material world allowed us to dream bigger than we ever had before. We thought we'd finally made it, and that there were no limits to what we could personally achieve.
Not only were our prospects for a better quality of life opening up wide, women began to have more choices than just motherhood, teaching, nursing, or secretarial positions. Race relations were improving, the Berlin wall fell, Gorbachev was in office, and Space Shuttles were orbiting the Earth.
It was the original Me generation. Individual expression was "bustier"-ing out all over in shocking new ways. We fretted over our children's self-esteem, the number of orgasms we were having, and making sure we kept up with the latest fads and trends.
What has become glaringly obvious is that our society is set up to push us towards an imbalanced lifestyle.
The difference between maintaining your zeal for life and experiencing heart-breaking disillusionment ultimately begins with you and where you are placing your focus.
You feel you have failed at something.
You self-medicate to fill the void.
You are daunted by all the strife in the world.
You've allowed technology to supplant human contact and nature.