I miss not knowing. I miss not knowing. I dunno why I said that twice..

Today, I felt really sad..
Cos someone moved my cheese, and I want it back.
Like the mouse and all other people who want their cheese back,
I know its impossible.
If it was, life would be perfect.
I still hurt when I think of times when I mattered.
When I had my cheese.
Tho I hold onto memories of the cheese that can never be moved,
I'm not sure that is a good thing when it comes to pursuing new cheese.
I want my old cheese back so much I do not want new cheese.
I am thinking, maybe cheese is not what I need.
The pain of losing the cheese........
And it is almost a gurantee that the pain will come in time,
Loss is inevitable.
Why do we live in such a world?

I was reading this part in The Little Prince earlier today.
The Little Prince had a flower on his planet.
He listened to it, listened to it cry, listened to it boast, listened to it when it kept quiet.
She told him she was the only one of her kind.
When he came to planet earth, he saw thousands of flowers that looked like her.
He was very disappointed.
She was just one of the many thousand roses in the universe...
But a fox taught him..
The Little Prince, to the other roses::
"You are beautiful, but you are empty, to me. I would not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she I have watered, it is she I have put under the glass globe, it is she I have sheilded using a screen, it is for her I have killed the caterpillars. Because she is my rose."