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The reason we romanticise our childhood isn't because we miss it; most of us would do anything not to go back or maybe even to forget it. When we were children, we had no past; we were free. Our past is what keeps us in a mind-cage. We are slaves to it. To find true freedom, one must live each day as if it were their first. π‘­π’Šπ’π’… π’π’π’”π’•π’‚π’π’ˆπ’Šπ’‚ π’Šπ’ π’šπ’†π’”π’•π’†π’“π’…π’‚π’š.
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
Childhood/Nostalgia
The reason we romanticise our childhood isn't because we miss it; most of us would do anything not to go back or maybe even to forget it. When we were children, we had no past; we were free. Our past is what keeps us in a mind-cage. We are slaves to it. To find true freedom, one must live each day as if it were their first. π‘­π’Šπ’π’… π’π’π’”π’•π’‚π’π’ˆπ’Šπ’‚ π’Šπ’ π’šπ’†π’”π’•π’†π’“π’…π’‚π’š.
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
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