Why do we all dream our dreams and keep wishing for the better? They never arrive like there supposed to! They never fall out of the sky and land in our lap, they become even more distant!

Everyday is another struggle, everyday are growing concerns for more, for us to forfill our needs our dreams just seems like we will never arrive there!

When in life do we just accept the hand that we have been dealt and procede on with an humdrum kind of life?? Struggle or just cope, being invinsible!

Or is it the more we have the more we want???

Do we wish we had less so that we would never want more, never have the difficulties that come with having more! More pressure, more struggling!

Do we wish that someone would pick us up and wrap us in a blanket  and show us our destiny so that we could understand why all the things happen to us the way they do or show us the path that we are mean't to follow!

When do we take hold and realise that with growing up thats when we take responsibility for ourselves and our dreams. To have our dreams and wishes come true we have to struggle and feel the pressures of getting them, to even appreciate them??!!!

Or infact do we just not ever grow up and realise these things - or is growing up just coping?!