Sometimes I fear to tell people my real years, I am not that old but I think I am taking that directions. I am sure that I have lived half of years and old age is slowly setting in.
I do not know why that seem to scare me; I though it is good to grow up, marry and have children. But I am wondering why my thoughts have changed over time. I now admire young kids, I some times wish I could go back in years and be like them.
You see, life would have been a good thing without old age and death, but the more a person grows, the more those two come near. You might be wondering my age, I am not yet 30 but I do not think it is a good thing.
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