Well, God must have had such a plan - to send us to this world. That's why we have to live here, to suffer in this reality. We are born with the cry, 'coz our souls remember the better world, where all of us were happy.
I wish i could return there.
Someday i'll go there, for sure. But waiting for that day i'll be happy here. There is no meaning in regreting. And there is no time to complain. My life is here, and I live NOW. And there is no "when i grow up" more. 'Coz i am. Growing up. Now. I'm living my own life.