Tuesday, September 02, 2008 11:52 PM
There are times where I look at little kids and think to myself: have they matured too quickly?
Where's the childhood innocence we used to find?
Where's the childhood naviety we used to see?
Where's the trust children used to have?
Don't get me wrong. Growing up is not something nasty. I am not condemning it. I mean, growing up is a part of life. But is there really a need to grow up so fast? Is there a need to grow up and throw away all the memories you had when you were little? Is there a need to throw away all the cartoons and declare that they are too childish for me?
I don't think so.
Looking back (Oh man, one of those psuedo-emo posts), I cannot believe that I have matured so much in two years. Too much - in my own opinions - for a little boy fresh from a secondary school that puts a silver spoon into your mouth.
Exposed to the cruel world? I don't think so.
Just exposed to the real world.
Just exposed to the real world where no one truly knows what they are doing exactly. I guess it's senses? I guess it's brains? I guess it is these little things that make us grow.
But somehow, I know I would never have walked thus far. Somewhere out there, they must be something dragging me alone. It is as if I am an animal, lead by a rope that is tied around my neck. Slowly, I am being pulled to the end point. There are points where I want to turn around and go back to the shelter but it is this rope that keeps dragging me forward.
Blah... I have to stop typing before I get paranoid (which is founded because my Grammar is really bad!)about my bad Grammar. Not that there are no mistakes here. There are tonnes of them. I just cannot spot them.
A shout out!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
