I used to think growing up was cool, that adulthood was the ultimate goal. But now that I’m here, I can’t help but miss those carefree days of childhood.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How something that felt so ordinary as a child can become so precious as an adult.
I miss the simplicity of life before, the taste of a home-cooked meal prepared with love, the happiness of having a new toy, the giggles of just seeing random things as if they were the most magical things in the world.
The world seemed so limitless back then, and I could be anything I wanted to be.
I didn’t have to worry about making the right decisions or living up to others’ expectations.
I could just be myself and feel free to explore my own path without the weight of the world pressing down on me, without the fear of judgement and failure.
From “I want a time machine to see myself 10 years from now” to “I want a time machine so I could be a kid again”.
It’s funny how we never fully appreciate something until it’s gone.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up and experience all the freedoms.
But now that I’m here, I can’t help but feel empty despite slowly getting what I wanted in life.
I know I can’t go back to being a child again, but a part of that still exists within me.
I thirsted for adulthood’s freedom,
But now, though free, my heart is empty,
Trying to rewind time’s hands,
My inner child within, still ticking, remains.
If I could go back, what advice would I give that little kid?
If you could go back, what would you tell your little you?
