Remember ten years ago? When getting permission to stay awake till eleven on weekends was a HUGE achievement. Had never thought that at some point in life, i'll be struggling to go to sleep having stayed awake all night.
As grownups, adults, at the end of our teens, we have become so busy with the go of life, with trying to keep up with the schedule, with studies, with jobs. Most of us occasionally, laying in bed, think of what life is, what it has become, to where it's going. We miss the old days, worry about the future.
Remember uniforms? Remember lunch boxes? Water bottles? Separate notebooks for classwork and homework? Geometry boxes and school bags. Cartoons like thunder cats and captain planet. Birthdays, going in coloured clothes to school, distributing candies. When the most serious problem of life was not having done the homework, and not getting permission to go to friends' house. When grown-ups could make everything right. When the kid with fancy crayons was the luckiest person ever. Those very basic, pure feelings. Getting a star on your hand, swinging high on swings.
No matter how perfect life becomes, these days can never come back, right?
Today i sit here remembering those innocent days. Tomorrow i'll be missing the university days. Twelve years from now i'll be missing the job days, the unmarried life. At 70, at night i'll be thinking what a life it has been, with all the ups and downs.
This is what life is then, memories. Everyday, each moment, each person, all are meant to become a memory one day.
As grownups, adults, at the end of our teens, we have become so busy with the go of life, with trying to keep up with the schedule, with studies, with jobs. Most of us occasionally, laying in bed, think of what life is, what it has become, to where it's going. We miss the old days, worry about the future.
Remember uniforms? Remember lunch boxes? Water bottles? Separate notebooks for classwork and homework? Geometry boxes and school bags. Cartoons like thunder cats and captain planet. Birthdays, going in coloured clothes to school, distributing candies. When the most serious problem of life was not having done the homework, and not getting permission to go to friends' house. When grown-ups could make everything right. When the kid with fancy crayons was the luckiest person ever. Those very basic, pure feelings. Getting a star on your hand, swinging high on swings.
No matter how perfect life becomes, these days can never come back, right?
Today i sit here remembering those innocent days. Tomorrow i'll be missing the university days. Twelve years from now i'll be missing the job days, the unmarried life. At 70, at night i'll be thinking what a life it has been, with all the ups and downs.
This is what life is then, memories. Everyday, each moment, each person, all are meant to become a memory one day.
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