We had more things to say when we were younger. Maybe we could say more without the fear of getting hurt when we bared our hearts, without the consideration of being judged for shallow, non-critically thought out sentences. I think about myself 3 years ago and wonder: How could I have aged so much? Physically, emotionally, mentally, we have all aged.
I find it as hard to have fun as it is to find people to have fun with. When we were 15 we found joy in being able to stay out late and go out with friends. These days we find ourselves wanting to spend 'me' time and having to go home because the thought of work the next day weighs heavily on our minds.
I guess...I haven't entirely grown used to becoming an adult.
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