I was bedridden for two days. While feverish, achy and fatigued, all I could think was "I wish I could get out of this bed". But how many days have I been about my usual chores of sweeping, laundry, paying bills, etc., thinking, "I wish I could just go to bed"! When I see a sign that says, "No photos allowed" or "Do not touch", I admit that my first impulse is to do the forbidden - very juvenile of me, I know. So, why is it we (I'm assuming that I'm not alone in this) want what we can't/don't have? For the most part I DO consider myself a happy, contented person, but I have my moments.