I have started to get jealous of my parents. Every night when I go home, I could hear their noisy arguing about things that are so tiny that, to me, do not worth even mentioning. Yet, their time spent together are so precious and their laughter in the end, proves everything. There is love, indeed.

"How I wish I were them!" I think to myself these days. How I wish I can spend time with my loved one for the rest of my life, arguing about daily lives, worrying about what to cook for dinner, deciding which DVD to watch tonight. Somehow, I wish time can fly so quickly that I do not need to deal with my insecurity and jump to a peaceful mid-fifties. How I wish......

I dream of common things, treasure simple pleasures. Yet these common things and simple treasures seem too rare to be found......