Age, a problem or life is?

If you are a kid, all that you dream of would be sweets and toys. If you are a teenager, you spent most on peer competition and romantic affairs. Here comes the trouble, if you are an adult, woe to be it, you spend most of your time on “things” which are of less relevance to your joy. I rather not mention my age range but merely say my opinion towards “Things” of little relevance towards my life. (Did I mention my age range?) Let’s say I am an adult who should has to go work every day, come back every evening, buy things, visit kin……So, then a morning will come. Woke up, cloth, brush… you name it & go work. Can we imagine a man expecting each morning as his firs date or as an African citizen to an election? You tell me. But me, I usually see people watching the watch frequently more than anything in the room. I shall not go through the shit considering why in hell do they do that? Because they do that all the time.  In my country there are many such things which you shall not ask or strive about but simply live with those. Even all that you get happy about or feel relaxed might be when you are with your girlfriend even that if you are lucky. But if you ask anyone “Do you love your country?” definitely you will get” Yes”. If you get a contradiction here in my idea, you raised the question you answer it!!We all got a trouble to solve (what am I talking about?) or to live with. No husband and if you are getting older each day, be religious. No success, try something else. Bad marriage, stick with your job. Long day, get drunk & sleep ( here don’t forget to take your paracetamol  before you do so). Any problem you name it, you will definitely suffer from it till you get a solution (lovely option) or till you make a theory to shade under. (Sorry I got destructed what was my intention originally?) Let me tell you a story. I had a girl who you simply call stunning. But she got this thing that I was not comfortable i.e she track me down. There is this thought of mine that magnifies her fault about this i.e I prefer freedom to love. I dumped her. (Did she dump me?). Any ways, afterwards, loneliness started to haunt me the ups and downs of each night. What do I tell to myself? Which problem shall I overcome? Loneliness or Loose freedom? Now I tell you. But, I still couldn’t figure that out for sure yet.