When I Was Little...

When I was little, I was different than I am today. Although some things have changed, others have not. Because my parents were always with me, we grew a close bond, which will never be broken. Because of my precociousness, I learned of certain characteristics and qualities, of which I will never break free from. If life was today like it was then, many things would be different, but it is not. Since I have been hurt so many times, concealment has overcome me, and I have opened both my heart and mind to few. Before thirteen, I was happier, healthier, and freer. Since an older age is upon me, I have realized the responsibilities I have to both myself and other people. Since I have grown older, I have become afraid of what lies beyond and what lies in front of me. Because we cannot go back in time, we must move forward. Because fourteen is fast approaching, my judgement will be further clouded, my heart further subdued, and my mind further manipulated. Since I am strong, I must fight for what matters, and become the person I am meant to be. When I am older, I aspire to be better than I am now. When I am older, true love will await. Until that time, I am going to find myself. Since every destination has a journey, the train will be leaving at five; come along for the ride.

Not Every Ending Has A Beginning

When I was little the world was a different place. While some things remain the same others have been modified to cope with the changing of times. Before confidence there was soliloquy; before openness there was shyness, and before trust there was concealment. As children we were in a state of oblivion, but as we grew we discovered the truth of our mundane society. How were our minds, once, so free? How did the world, in our eyes, change so quickly? How could everything we knew be gone as quickly as it came? Since we are now grown we are no longer oblivious; but are thrived; gregarious, and stigmatic. When I was little… where do I begin, and where do I end? Now I see clearly; there is no beginning to my story, no “when I was little,” I still am, as are we all. If we look at life for what it is we will see so much more than our perceptions. When we look back at our lives we will see; our lives weren’t just one big story, there were a combination of many stories. As long as we shall live, every day marks a new beginning; make it count.