Remember the years when you thought childhood would never end?
Remember the years when you thought time was so slow?
Remember the years when you thought you were too small to matter?
And now, childhood comes to an abrupt end.
Now, time is as fast as my heartbeat.
Now, I am starting to matter.
Does that mean that this new life is better?
Should I be grateful for my further understanding of the world?
I yearn for the times when I had no responsibility.
I yearn for the times when I had nothing to lose.
I yearn for the times when I was totally and fully myself.
Without being scared.
I am scared to fail.
I am so scared to fail that I am scared to even try.
And I think that is what makes this life not better.
I wish you could freeze time on childhood.
I would spend forever there.
f.m.s.
Adulting is hard. I want to go back so bad.
