Behind egocentric eyes

The sun shines lazily among the clouds. You decide to take a kid for a walk at a beautiful playground. There are colorful swings, the slides are awesome, so many kids running around and the weather was as clear as can be. At the far end of the playground you can even see a man selling fat helium balloons and another man in white wearing a hat who is busy tending to the endless orders for ice cream cones.

The kind whom you are holding is actually your sister, who starts jumping up and down, up and down because she is already impatient to dive into all the excitement. You held her hand tighter because you worry that she'll fall down and said, "Ok, go play but be careful." Your sister did not even bother to pretend that she heard you because as soon as you let go of her hand, she was sprinting toward the nearest swing.

And you, feeling that your job is partly done (the only thing left is just to watch over her, make sure she is safe), start walking toward a small white bench at the side of the playground to catch a breather. It was quite a long walk and you welcome the rest. But as soon as you sit you heard screaming, "hey, get off the slide, it's MY turn!" and you turn your head only to be faced with the scene of your sister suddenly laying claim to the use of the slides. Every other kid backed away. Then, 2-3 minutes, she ran again to the swing, pushing a girl that was playing happily, "Get OFF! I was here before."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times, not believing the scene. In your head you can't comprehend, why is she like that?

You're on your feet now, rushing to your sister before she got off the swing to go to the slides again. You got there just in time to grab her hand and then shaking her a bit as if waking her from a trance. But she is wide awake and you know that she fully realize her actions.

You thundered, "WHY?"

She faced you and retorted, "WHY NOT? I want it all. Everywhere it says the same thing. Follow your desires, follow your heart, realize your dream. My desires being fulfilled is the point of everything. Why are you so fussy?"

Flabbergasted, you look at her with disbelief.

Didn't she know that she can't have everything?

Didn't she realize how she hurt others with her actions?

Even if the slides and swings are unoccupied, didn't she know it is futile for wanting it all because you can only experience one at a time?

Why she thinks that she is entitled for everything?

Is being able to, a good enough reason to take it all?

You searched frantically in her defiant eyes for answers to any of the questions, even one is enough but none came. And there you and her stand, frozen in time, as the question hang in the air with no hope of answers.