Life is so strange...sometimes I lie in my bed and think about the fact that this moment shall never come again, even if I lay here in the same clothing, in the same spot, the room the same temperature. I consider the fact that every year, as I grow older and I look back on the time I have spent, I always wish that I had had more joy and worried less. Now that I am older, I also feel so conscious of the fact that every moment is one to give thanks for and to appreciate because in the future, I know that I shall remember even the most difficult moments as those that I lived through and learned from. But more so, as the small things and not so small things change me, I shall recall these moments as precious, these still moments when nothing serious crossed my thoughts and I could think on anything, everything and nothing at all.