when we were little, life worked perfectly. no matter what happened, everything turned out alright in the end; scraped knees, cancelled play dates, dropped ice cream cones -- we would cry for a short time, but by the end of the day, everything would be alright. now as we have grown older, we lost faith as we stumble through each day, crying over broken hearts, lost friendships, & lost dreams. it seems like life & perfection have turned their backs on us, but really it is just that part & parcel of growing up.

when we were younger, we didnt pay attention to such details about our daily lives, but now we are just more aware, & these little details seem to be amplifying our pain. being ignorant, we tend to forget that life was almost/equally as hard then; but we held on to the faith in perfection because we could look past faults. so dont lose the faith, learn to know that each day will pass, each heartache will be mended, & everything will be perfect in the end.