As I sat by my window, this morning, with a mug of black tea, I thought about how things change. Last night was filled with disturbing dreams and visions created by my overworked mind, and the tea, somehow helped put the voices to rest.
I thought about what my wish list used to look like, when I was 10, and what it looks like now. I recollected how, over the years, preferences, choices and even the people in my life, have changed. I realized that as you grow older, the things that matter to you, change remarkably. Your wish list gets smaller, and that certain things that you want, can't be bought.