CHILDHOOD DAYS

DAYS OF PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

Remember when we were in our days of childhood?
Laughing, playing, living as if there is no end to our happiness.
I miss my childhood, miss the way I took pleasure even when greater things crumbled.
 I could not control the circumstances and how to dwell with them.
 I could not run from the world I was living in but took joy in things that made me happy.
As time passes by, we start living in a world full of critics and quirks.
Childhood is living in a fairy tale, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare.
This fairy tale we live in soon becomes a nightmare.
Everything becomes apocalyptic.
It gives us an insight into what we want in our lives and what we aspire to do.
 It gives us the worst scars and exhilarating moments.
It's a fascinating place.
 Old enough to feel truly adult, old enough to make decisions that affect the rest of our lives, old enough to take responsibilities, old enough to fall in love and heartaches, yet, at the same time too young to be free and stubborn.
I wish we all were just like the plasma membrane; selectively permeable.
Choose happy days and exclude our tough and not-so-perfect days.
Unfortunately, we cannot have all the happy days.
The scars we get in our lives tell us a story about how persistent, confident, boundless, stoic we are.
 It keeps us reminding us that we have not reached our limit.
 Our limit knows no bounds.
 Instead of making a fuss of what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create, flourish, transform.
                                                                                                 
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