The Irony of Life

Why is it that one is not contented with what he has, who they are, and where they are?

Like a black woman dying her hair blonde. Or like a white man visiting a saloon for the much-dreaded dreadlocks reminiscent of reggae icon Bob Marley. 

Or the little guy who mashed and crushed his iPhone on the floor thinking his mom will reward him for doing that by buying him the latest gadget.

Or a white man frequenting the beach to get a perfect tan. Or a brown girl undergoing exfoliation treatment or having routine glutathione injection to whiten her skin?

Or the little guy who barely started his laundromat business, then he wants to shift to pharmacy, then to piggery and now she is planning to go to America?

So why don't they respect the reality of the present? And why don't they appreciate the little blessings that come their way?