As I am growing up, I'm turning into a lady I never thought I'd be. I know what maturity is, yet I am so immature. It all began with innocence, eyes open wide, I gained knowledge. I gained a bit of wisdom too, yes. But I think I failed on how to put it to use.
As I grow older I do not find that I am any wiser, yet more willing to share what wisdom I have found. Life has always been queer with its twists and turns, but I have learned a lot.As I get closer to what many would call the sad part of life, I find it a bit easier to deal with all the stress, I am getting used to it by now.
Sometimes I wish I could only go back only once, and give it another try. Try it some other way. But that would only be possible when hell freezes over. But I guess it is better if I let bygones be bygones and go with the flow and prepare for whats ahead of ahead of me, and not cry over what I have left behind, what time snatched from me.
I am afraid of myself.
I guess maybe it was a long time ago but it feels relatively recent to me. Time is weird that way! Life teaches in a harsh way eh? And I often talk to myself, "Wow, I was suitably cryptic out there wasn't I?"
I find myself so often chasing snow shadows, trying to change just one!
I won't give up just yet. No I won't. God. Help me.