Why is it, that so few of us are content with our age. When we
re young, we often want to move forward, to feel the oncoming priviledge of being older. When we're old, we often long for our younger days, where responsibilty, simplicity, and physical features were at their finest.
By looking at this from afar, and maybe i'm wrong, i realize how much time we waste on wanting something else. In this, i am not innocent. Even after i acknowledge the fact, there is always more i find myself wanting. Maybe it's human nature, or just a terrible way of living that humans have picked up.

Anyways, whatever age i am, i will only be this age once. And yes, i admit i do dwell on the distant future and i can't contain my impatience to start life in the real world, but i must realize i'll look back on these days, and i want to remember them fondly.

I think this is a place to sort out my thoughts, rather than a journal.
Well the sorting must be done one way or another.
(I couldn't find a mood for cold.. it's absolutely freezing)