I want to move forward. I want to grow. I want to improve. I want this and I want that. I want a lot of things, that's a fact. It stinks not being able to have everything you want but maybe there's a purpose for missing something, lacking something. As I grow older with every second the clock ticks I have realized that I should know by now that I can't have everything I want. If I did I would have been a billionaire right now, but I guess there's a reason why fate's against my notion. I don't know why but I have a feeling of contentment now a days. Maybe because I have grown or maybe even just a little, I matured. Maybe.