Dreaming,

As a woman, I've come to realize that we spend much of our time, if not all of it fantasizing our life being anything but our own.
What our life's going to be like in ten years, in twenty years. If we were to have kids, what would we name them? What our dream guy looks like. What it would be like to be dating that totally hot rock star, how we met them, how we ever had the chance.
When it comes down to it, we will surely never be happy enough. No man, no materialistic item, nothing in this world will ever make us happier. Nothing but these fantasies. We keep our heads in the cloud, always keeping reality on hold.