Life started out so simple, with no worries. We waddled around in search of affection from anyone close by. Our parents showered us with love, even when we did wrong. Our fears went as far as clowns, and dark rooms. We were just kids. Kids living for fun, and stopping for nothing. We were loved, and we were happy to be loved. Cartoons and snack time consisted of a good day. We never thought about money, only about our family, and friends. We had not yet fell victim to society. We were innocent. No one feared us, no one had any reason to. We followed our parents every step as they guided us through our childhood. The word love had not even made its way into our vocabulary. We were more free than we’d ever be in our entire lives, even though we couldn’t realize it at the time. We didn’t waste time, every second meant something to us and our loved ones. Being young, and carefree was easy.
Time started to pass, real life crept up behind us and struck us in the back of our heads. Reality knocked us down. The playing was over, it was time to worry, time to work, it was time to have responsibilities. Everything had a more harsh consequence behind it. We now feared something. We feared failing. The I love you’s from our parents turned into disagreements, the hugs into tears, and the joy turned into pain. As teens we were more revered, everyone felt like we owed them something. Our peers wanted to guide us and we just wanted feel loved not judged. School and work become the most important aspects of anyone’s life. The grades and money made the person. For the first times in our young lives, we began to stress, we began to want love, and we began to experience hurt in its darkest forms. It was time to grow up for everyone. We had to take our place in what felt like a new world.
Time continued to pass, as it always will. Eventually you give up on trying to feel like a kid again. Unless you’re filthy rich, you’ll always have worries, and even then nothing is promised. It’s life, and life come with problems. We all deserve better but it’s all up to us to change that. No one is going to give us anything anymore. If we have to cry, and bleed in order to reach our goals, then you should be ready to cry harder, and bleed more than anyone else. We have grown now. Although we may have been blindsided and knocked to the ground by reality, we’ve had enough time to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and continue to walk with our heads high. Everything has a way of working itself out. We will hurt, but always remember that we wouldn’t know how good joy felt without pain. Never let go of those childish feelings, being grown doesn’t mean you have to forget about being a kid. Carry that kid with you wherever you go, never be too grown to want to laugh, to want a hug, and to love.