Sometimes I think that the grass is greener somewhere (almost anywhere) else. Sometimes I wonder that if only I could go somewhere else or had gone somewhere else, do something else or had done something else, what would my life be like? Sometimes I spend a lot of time looking forward to the next thing: 'just wait until such and such a day comes or such and such a thing happens, then I will be happy.' I do not think there is really harm in looking forward and in planning for a future, but I have also grown to realize that I need to appreciate where I am and bloom where I am planted. . . . that is my intention.