Fire to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end?

I am fighting myself lately and I dont even know about what? I just feel this inner battle and not being able to place a finger on it is driving me CRAZY! I have all these things I need to be accomplishing and all I can do is sit around and focus on how I dont have them? How weird is that? 

I sometime wish I could teleport to the 1920's when women were told who to marry and what to do. At-least than I would be giving a direction instead of standing still in one spot. 

I went out to the Great Salt Lake this last Saturday with a dear friend and i haven't been there for years. As a child my family would go there and I remember it being similar to the beach but to my sad surprise, it wasn't even close. Why is that everything seems so big and wonderful as a child but when you grow up you have to see the truth. 

I could waste hours as a kid playing and it was easy to enjoy the simple things. Poly Pockets were my staple, I washed my doodle bear at-least twice a day, my hunger could wait until I was done bouncing on the tramp and if I laid completely flat in the kiddy pool the water would lay across my face. Now, I scream because when you step on those damn polly pockets it hurts like hell, if I wait too long to eat I turn into a bitch from hell and my leg doesn't even fit in a kiddy pool. 

The things I miss most about being young and in my prime is not caring about men... all I needed was my girl friends and long summer days. I find it strange that all you want when you are young is to be older and when you are older all you want to do is be young. 

Just some food for thought... 

I have nothing bad/horrible to report about it. Life is ok right now.