I wondered often about why I always end up wanting to do more of something that I like. Be it an extra hour of sleep or reading a good book or watching an Alistair Maclean story based movie or eating a sumptuous food etc. are a few things that I like to spend more time upon. Its not that I do not get any of these. In fact, I am lucky enough to get them aplenty, yet there is some point beyond which I cannot just continue indulging myself. I stop then, look for other things and rue later. And I understand that most of us feel the same, for different things of course. Why can't we do something that we love so much, for some more time? As long as we do not disturb others and ignore something else that must have been done in time, we can do freely what we want. Right? And I am lucky to get plenty of free time and not even junk emails or junk advertisement papers I get, yet I end up wondering what prevents me from doing it. Why do we feel that we are overdoing something when we actually are trying to indulge ourselves more? Where comes the guilt or that restlessness which makes us to go, do something else? There was a time when we were younger, where we didn't worry about doing something for hours and ended wanting more. At times, we were granted and at times not, but we never got tired of it. So, why have we changed and when did this happen? I assure you, I am still a very much 'me first' person, so the angle of prioritizing others' need doesn't sound a plausible answer to me, at least in my case. And the best part of this all, is that we long to do the same again and again a1nd often crib or complain that we like to do it but lacking time. I remember one of my childish acts [will I ever mature?] where I went to my manager and told him that I wished to leave before 06.00 p.m. at least once a month, while we were already behind schedule. He was sympathetic and smiled at this and often used to ask me to leave early in the latter days, when I knew that I couldn't. And he was not saying this just to satisfy me. I now realize how genial he had been [he still is and when I call him, we just continue from where we left, though its years since I left that company]. I think that we do develop a mind set where we do not like to indulge too much in something and tend to lose our interest if we extend our time with it. But once we come out, we long for doing it again, knowing fully well that the time to do it again would not be there in near future. We wish our dear ones to have a prolonged time, enjoying their best things, but there too, we tend to put a stop. The more we stop doing something that we like, the more we like them and never get out of it. So there is no way we quench these desires too. Perhaps, is that the reason that we are still left here? If one is able to come out of all these, is that the end of his / her time here? I don't know for sure. And, as the list of our 'like to do' adds up, so is our frustration and longing. Is it not?