I, here i am again. Back to a sense of Dred, to a sense of feeling unwanted and more or less a sense of happiness at the same time, i’m happy for i have found out what it is to dream a dream. then see that dream bloom into reality, i don’t know whether or not to accept my new found persona.
The person i once was has left, that person will never walk the same path along the river of life. This new person. they are smarter, they are stronger, they are more passionate about the things they care about, they have a sense of rationalism. But i cant help but miss the me i was, it feels like centuries now have i forgotten what it is to be me? The person i once was, they were happy, they where hopeful, they believed in whatever their heart told them and they never once faltered not once they dreamed big and extravagant dreams.
Youth is the most blissful and stressful thing, that could ever happen to someone. you have such a short time to find out who you are or what you are meant to be, how can you take time to enjoy that these precious years these moments that i took for granted. Now i’m older i’m smarter i’m stronger i’m more mature and more rational in my thinking, but i miss carelessness i miss being young and being stupid and being in love with no problems.
Surely i cant be the only one who is For mitten about growing old. It’s the most scary but the most beautiful thing in this entire world, Growing old is dancing the best dance of all. it teaches you moves it teaches you lesson’s it teaches you patience and persistence you will become stronger and smarter the more you dance. The you, that you are now is not the you, that you’ll be in a month or a year or a million years, but its the you that you need to be now so that you can better fit the you, that you were born to be.
Poetry
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I love how you were able to capture the joys and fears of aging! It’s a hard thing for a lot of people to grasp, and harder to accept, but it’s such a universal thing that it’s a shame that most of us feel that they’re alone in this journey. Your descriptions of the carefree bliss of youth being traded for newer, different feelings over time is very true. Everything changes, but it can be for the better.