Friday, December 3, 2010

faith, trust and pixie dust?


Swallowing the fact that I'm now twenty-two is hard. Digesting it is even harder. I get tummy aches sometimes from the pain. The hardest part of growing up I think is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you're not. That's awfully tough. Oh didn't we have it so easy when we were kids? I miss it. I miss it all. I miss how when getting high meant swinging on the playground, protection meant wearing a helmet, when drinking meant fruit juice, the top of the was tree the highest place on earth, Abah was my hero, and Mum hugs was what's love, my worse enemies were my sisters, drugs were only panadol and cough medicine, the only thing that were broken were old toys, the only thing that hurt were skinned knees, and goodbyes... meant 'I'll see you tomorrow'.



I can't believe I couldn't wait to grow up.


 “As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed as ignorant as you were at twenty-two, you’d always be twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s the positive that you understand you’re going to die, and that you live a better life because of it.” 

— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie.

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