Remember those times when you were young and didn’t care about the world? Where all that mattered was to have fun? I honestly miss all that.
Even as a child, I dreamed big. I was always so forward (well that’s what people tell me) that I’d do anything to get what I want. Now I’m all grown up and stepping on that thin line that divides me from the rest of the world, it makes me wish to be a child once more. Thinking back, I suddenly feel so stupid for wanting to grow up. I wonder, could I even achieve all that?
This monster called stress haunts me to no end. I swear if I could stab it, or better yet kill it, I would’ve done it while laughing maniacally to no end. Trust me, I would. But the world doesn’t work that way. To gain something of value, you must work hard for it. I can’t whine all the time. For Pete’s sake, I’m about to be part of society! I can’t depend on others all the time. I have to be independent, I can’t be pampered all the time.
Who knows, maybe somewhere in the near (hopefully) future I can achieve all that. All I have to do is to strive do the best I could.
In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.