Time is such a novel concept, one of those things that we don’t really truly understand until we grow older. Maybe I’ve just let time make me jaded, but maybe it’s all a part of the process of growing older and understanding the little intricacies of life a bit more.
As children we start to believe the moment we’re living in will last forever, we start to desire to grow older faster, often times in the process we forget to live in the moment; to enjoy the moments we have — the moments we have to be a kid, the moments to have to still have our parents by our side, the moments we have to enjoy the warm summer air, the moments we have to enjoy that first kiss, that first crush. We seem to forget the little things that made life worthwhile, and eventually we do grow older, we get stuck in a routine — we begin to have responsibilities. Days turn into night and we seem to forget what it was like to be a kid, to be able to enjoy the simple and little things, such as a mid-afternoon nap, your favorite scoop of ice cream, or that childhood tv show that was the only reason you had finished your homework early.
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