Who would have believed I have been living with all sorts of shenanigans but I'm still bored. I used the word bored too frequently that I've begun to get sick of it. This is how life rolls, and we compensate by following, or we go against the rules. One could not make drastic changes without going against the rules.
I was walking at the park of our parish, taking photographs and all. I saw these mangy children with wide smiles on their faces, and I remembered I used to be one in that same spot where they were playing. The difference was, I wasn't mangy, I was rather clean and caressed. And with all means, I was a happy child. It's not that my exuberance has withered away over the years I have watched myself grow older. I'm still happy, though I have a lot of worries that continue to grow until they reach their colossal extent. I am aware I'm still young, but with a flick of misfortune, I am not a child anymore. I don't think like one anymore though I know "Growing up is an option, growing old is mandatory. I am to face the torments of life because I have all the time in the world to grow old, but not enough to go back.
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