You know, there are times when you wish you'd never grow up. So many decisions to make, so many dilemmas you're in, so many people you have to please that you wish you are still a child, and everything is well taken care of.
When you are sad, as a child, you cry and there'll always be an adult holding you, assuring you, saying "everything's okay". Even when you're throwing a fit, it's either, you get what you want, or you get punished. Simple as that. And at the end of the day, you still have your parents, always there no matter what.
And as you grow up, you learn. You learn how to be independent. You're on your own. Now that you have your own wings, but where can you fly to? Having a pair of wings may be graceful, but have you ever thought how fragile they can be? Time goes by, your wings have hardened and you stop wanting to fly. You stop venturing because, it's just too tired.
Now you're on your feet. No worries, there's still people who are willing to take a stroll with you. These people are those who reach out for your hand, who pull you through difficulties, who give you promises. You know you can always rely on them. Slowly, your wings are healed and you are ready to fly again.
Without you yourselif realising, the clouds, the sky, they are right in front of your eyes, for you to venture.
When you are sad, as a child, you cry and there'll always be an adult holding you, assuring you, saying "everything's okay". Even when you're throwing a fit, it's either, you get what you want, or you get punished. Simple as that. And at the end of the day, you still have your parents, always there no matter what.
And as you grow up, you learn. You learn how to be independent. You're on your own. Now that you have your own wings, but where can you fly to? Having a pair of wings may be graceful, but have you ever thought how fragile they can be? Time goes by, your wings have hardened and you stop wanting to fly. You stop venturing because, it's just too tired.
Now you're on your feet. No worries, there's still people who are willing to take a stroll with you. These people are those who reach out for your hand, who pull you through difficulties, who give you promises. You know you can always rely on them. Slowly, your wings are healed and you are ready to fly again.
Without you yourselif realising, the clouds, the sky, they are right in front of your eyes, for you to venture.
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