i miss things that once were.
independence comes at a cost. there always seems to be a conflict between the things i want. i am finally realizing that i can't have it all. my childhood was full of dreams - of the perfect life when I grow up. Now I am realizing to have one dream, I have to give up another.
Is it strange that what i miss most about something I gave up is not the thing itself but the rest of the package deal?
Even if I can't have it all. I still get to choose which dreams I want to pursue and which dreams I need to give up. Ultimately it can't be all that bad, at least I have a choice.

how much do should we sacrifice our lives to help some one else? What measure is there that determines whether we devote our lives to someone or not? Is it defined by relationship? parent and child, husband and wife, siblings, friends - where do we start? and where do we stop?
in some ways it would be easier to ignore and forget and be selfish. but people often don't realize being selfish has a cost sometimes greater than the sacrifices we make.

i've never had my heart broken. the closest i've come to that is unrequited love(or whatever closes resembles love). is that a good thing?
sometimes i wonder.