Growing old is inevitable, but growing up is a choice. Hence, as much as possible I want to stunt the former. I really miss my childhood—the time when I had no adult responsibilities to care about.

Childhood is something to really miss and hanker for. I remember the days when I was young and ignoramus, I asked myself to grow old fast. Little did I know that it’s much fascinating and liberating being a mere child giddily scampering about sans a care in the world. I miss having less worries and troubles. I miss tick-tocks going slow-mo.

Unfortunately, I can’t stay a child forever. And so, responsibilities and problems befall. Time flies so fast now. And, the way I notice it, these two exponentially increase as I grow older and older. There are far too many demands in life I need to think about and resolve. Read the rest of this entry »

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