Since I was a child, I've always dreamed of having my own bedroom. But now, I'm not so happy about it.
Years ago when I first started my job, I daydream of that one day when I will work at a large company. Now, I'm not that excited.
I used to admire a friend with her executive look. But now, I wish I'm more fashionable.
I always wonder if I've ever had a chance to graduate college with a "cum laude" honor. Surprisingly, now I'm not so proud about it.
Once when I was at my worst condition, I prayed to be healthy and was willing to exchange it with anything. Now, I ignore my physical needs.
I hoped to know what love is. But then I let go of the only man I've ever loved.
Looking back the days, weeks, months, years that I've been through. So much that I have accomplished. So many things I have achieved. So many wishes came true. So many lessons learned. Tons of experience. Lots of surprises. Yet, I complain more than I thank. Wasted.
If I were to continue, the list would be very long and continuous. I should be grateful of my life.Through the ups and downs, I should be happy of what I have.
