Was listening to some old songs this morning, which inadvertently reminded me of my school days.. The loads of homework I dreaded, the psychopath teacher.. and extra classes.. were the worst.. you could say those were some of the worst moments in the best days of my life..

Worst simply because of the kind of life itself.. bounded by rules and the pressure of failing. But for every bit of freedom we could obtain, rules we broke, and the great escapes pulled off there was always a great sense of satisfaction. The best part was that we did it all together, and without much though for consequences. After all we were just kids trying to have fun.

Now the abundance of freedom comes with a catch, and that catch is; You are responsible for your own actions. It's a wonderful life until you get into real trouble. but with no one to tell you what to do but yourself, the satisfaction of fun fades.. 

The thing is people keep wanting more and they'll work towards it.. and when they get there they're not satisfied and want more.. because the best things in life doesn't count by what you have, but what you don't have. The lesser you have, the more you'll have to wreck your brain to make the best of what you have. thats when things will get interesting..