Stuck in The Past

      Why is it that when we loose something that is when we wish we had it the most? Why do we not appreciate things while we have them? I think we just get used to having them and we can't imagine life without them. It's funny how life works sometimes. Why do we hate change so much? Why is it that when things change we fight it? We like things to be familiar and comforting. Sometimes I wish I could go back and do things differently. Go back and appreciate what I had while I had it. Then it would make changing easier, at least I like to think it would.