When I was a child, I use to think that, when I grow older I would prefer beer to Coke, seeds to candies, a drink to a big ice-cream cup (with lot of cream and chocolate sticks). When I was a child, I use to think that, when I was in my twenties, someone would fall madly in love with me and I would fall madly in love with him. And after that, I supposed many, many other things. When I was a child, I use to think that, when I was almost thirty, I would have a (stable) job... but not any job, but a job that I would enjoy, a job that would make me happy.
When I was a child, all that was for me "being an adult". And, as everything seemed possible to me, when I was asked about what would I like to be when I grow old, I didn't mind much about the answer, as by any mean, happiness would be all around. And I was, gradually, choosing careers of any kind, which would fulfill in a way or another my concerns in life.
And I start growing up, and I didn't notice.
I continue growing up until I became an adult, until I grow old, until I almost died.
And, when I was there, when somehow I couldn't expect much more from my childhood dreams, it looked like - suddenly - a candies bag, a good film or a walk by the garden was everything I needed to be happy. And it was then when I realized, that I hadn't grow more than few years since my childhood. Even if sometimes I become so serious and I forget about all of this.
To my inner child,
wishing her to live forever.
When I was a child, all that was for me "being an adult". And, as everything seemed possible to me, when I was asked about what would I like to be when I grow old, I didn't mind much about the answer, as by any mean, happiness would be all around. And I was, gradually, choosing careers of any kind, which would fulfill in a way or another my concerns in life.
And I start growing up, and I didn't notice.
I continue growing up until I became an adult, until I grow old, until I almost died.
And, when I was there, when somehow I couldn't expect much more from my childhood dreams, it looked like - suddenly - a candies bag, a good film or a walk by the garden was everything I needed to be happy. And it was then when I realized, that I hadn't grow more than few years since my childhood. Even if sometimes I become so serious and I forget about all of this.
To my inner child,
wishing her to live forever.
(December, 3rd - 16.44)
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very nice
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