If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy?

Of late life been pretty busy...keep me occupied. I like being around with people i love..sharing witty stories that tickle your heart and made you burst with laughters. Because once at home by myself, the loneliness haunts and mind boggling questions will definitely come across my mind. What will become of me? What future will brings me? Yeah..yeah i know. I am the one who are going to set the course to where is it going and how. The thing is, i am still in quest of what i really want...but i can't be twiddling my thumbs forever, can i?.

One for sure, i don't want to stay single all my life. Then again, i don't want the degree of freedom i enjoy now is being ripped off me. I want everything. I am selfish.

My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;
But ever and often and more and more
They are dragged down earthward by little things,
By little troubles and little needs,
As a lark might be tangled among the weeds.

My purpose is not what it ought to be,
Steady and fixed, like a star on high,
But more like a fisherman's light at sea;
Hither and thither it seems to fly--
Sometimes feeble, and sometimes bright,
Then suddenly lost in the gloom of night.

My life is far from my dream of life--
Calmly contented, serenely glad;
But, vexed and worried by daily strife,
It is always troubled and ofttimes sad--
And the heights I had thought I should reach one day
Grow dimmer and dimmer, and farther away.

My heart never finds the longed-for rest;
Its worldly striving, its greed for gold,
Chilled and frightened the calm-eyed guest
Who sometimes sought me in days of old;
And ever fleeing away from me
Is the higher self that I long to be.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox