Sigh*

How can it be possible for things to be so wonderful, and so disapointing at the same time? Am I really that discontent with my circumstances? Why can't I just thank God for allowing me to live at all, instead of allowing my heart to sink when I realize that life isn't a bed of roses? I love my life, I loved this day... Still do! But I've just been sitting here contemplating and pondering little bits and peices of random thoughts about not so random topics, and the conclusion I've come to is this: I'm an ignorant, nieve child, who's idealist baloon needs a few sand bags... I think I found them... *sigh*looks at the ground and halfheartedly kicks at a rock* As our beloved Weird Al so elequently stated it, "I hate it when I'm right". *chuckles* *sighs* *closes eyes and finally goes to sleep*