The Older We Get... The More Unhappy We Are...

I remember feeling like heaven the first time my mom bought us popsicles... It still gives me a smile and it warms my heart.... We never really had the convenience of life when we were young... My brother use to sell salt in the market while he was in first or second grade... My mom and dad sells anything they can in the market but some people took advantage of us back then... so we went to the city... to look for greener pasture:) Anyway, the thought of popsicles reminds me of how the song goes... "Happiness means... two kinds of ice cream... ...learning to tie your shoe lace..."... something like that... Back then, popsicles gave me an overwhelming happiness... so does old toys given to us on Christmas... and eating on a fast food chain on special occassions... These things lost their appeal to me as I grew old... Now that I am working... It is easy for me to treat myself a popsicle or a fast food experience... Now that I grew up... toys just do not seem to matter anymore... Makes me wish I never grew up... because now... problems are not as easy as failing a pop-quiz... or pissing my mom by not studying... :( Now, problems sometimes depresses me and sometimes even tears me into pieces... But what can we do? That is just how life goes.... The older we get... the more unhappy we are... And day by day... happiness seems so distant...