I look back on my past as if I am suddenly wiser, more mature, more intelligent.
I look back on my past and judge myself, wondering how I thought things could be a good idea when they obviously weren't.
I look back, even as recent as past weeks and months, and realize How immature I really am.
I speak like a child.
I think like a child.
I act like a child.
And I know that not too long from now, maybe even in he coming weeks, I will look back on this day and realize that I am a mere child in this world.
My life is but a blink of an eye in the life of this world.
Looking back I see how far I've come,
And how far I have yet to go.
But in the end,
We are all a child at heart.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
I look back on my past as if I am suddenly wiser, more mature, more intelligent.
I look back on my past and judge myself, wondering how I thought things could be a good idea when they obviously weren't.
I look back, even as recent as past weeks and months, and realize How immature I really am.
I speak like a child.
I think like a child.
I act like a child.
And I know that not too long from now, maybe even in he coming weeks, I will look back on this day and realize that I am a mere child in this world.
My life is but a blink of an eye in the life of this world.
Looking back I see how far I've come,
And how far I have yet to go.
But in the end,
We are all a child at heart.