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.
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