When I was a kid of about 8 years
old, I used to dream of how becoming an adult like. How it feels like earning money
to buy my own clothes, make-ups, jewelries, bags and a many more that will make me feel happy. It’s funny
that instead of me playing after school, I used to day dream like I am working in
a high rise building and earning for a living. I was obsessed of that scenario
until I finished high school. And on the third phase of my life, I started to be
scared of things that lie ahead of me. Trials and hardships while aiming for my
goal. It was not a very good experience though. Begging for something which you
shouldn’t be. That was a hell of an experience that I couldn’t bear
remembering. And now, I’m in a state where my dream is, why is it so hard to be
happy and contented? It isn’t involving anyone in the past that I swore I wouldn’t
care to look back. ‘Coz they’re the one taught me to be stiff and care less. At
the end of the day, it is my heart always says to care more and love more. I
maybe immature and stubborn at times but I am just missing how it feels like being a kid again. Being away from the real world that so hard to be with. Now, I realized that it isn’t easy to be an
adult because an adult has to learn many things that a kid wouldn’t care about.
It’s finding a great way for happiness and contentment.
