why is it that when we are small, we just can't wait to grow "big" and do things our way?
and why is it that once we are actually "big", we want to be children again???

how come things never work out the way u want them to? or maybe they do and we're just too difficult to please?

yesterday a friend of mine said, " the heart is such a funny thing. it gives us unhappiness. but that's why we have the mind - to question/ figure out the unhappiness." she went on to add that she probably mmade no sense. but to me, she made more sense that she realizes... :)