Growing Up

I don’t remember growing up, I can’t remember when I stopped asking for goodnight kisses or sliding into my parent’s bed after having a nightmare. I don’t remember when my morning routine changed from getting out of bed for breakfast to staying in and convincing myself that I am enough and I’m hardly convinced. I’m turning 20 next week and it feels a lot older than it’s supposed to.

PRACTICAL OR BRAVE?

Having to choose among all your childhood fantasies sometimes narrows down to just either having to be practical or brave. Also, not all the times are both the things same. That’s when you need to listen to just you and yourself only. Is it as easy as I’m making it sound? Am I sugarcoating something which would probably harm you but you need to know anyway?

The Reluctant Time Traveller

I’ve always thought that if I’d have had the chance to go back and start again at some point, I’d be able to live my best life. Well, maybe I could, or maybe I could remember why this life was already pretty good.