I woke up one day and realized that I was no longer that kid. I was much older for one. But more seriously, the adult me didn't resemble the kid me at all. Where I once was creative, I now felt dry. Where I once was brave, I was now anxious, always doubting my abilities. I used to be oblivious to the fact that I was not one of the "cool" kids - so oblivious in fact that that didn't stop me making friends with them. Now I found myself hankering after approval from "real" Facebook friends. And I felt like I was always rushing, not even taking time for the things that used to make me smile.
That's when I realised it was time to do something different.
I don't know if anyone will read this but even if no one does, that's beside the point. I guess this is my way of slowing down, of deliberately making myself delight in small things and being that kid again. Someone I respect very much said that their goal in life was not to be childish, but child-like. And after all this time, I can agree that that's really not too bad a thing to be said of you.
