I miss me.

I miss all the days when I didn’t have to fake a smile or pretend to be happy. When we never had to worry about true love nor heartbreaks. Everything was so real and genuine. The experiences, moments were exhilarating.

I miss when I was a kid. Only if I could go back in time.

Life was much easier and simpler then. Time took time, slowly went by. Today, “time flies” like it’s a race, everything fades quickly. All our dreams have nosedived – they’ve fallen through. Mama isn’t proud of us anymore. Such a shame.

We did everything for us at the time but we don’t anymore. We never had to look over our shoulders because we had ‘family’. Friends were loyal and cared, we shared others business like it was ours. When we played, girls were women and boys, men. We were responsible and executed our roles to perfection. Damn! we couldn’t stop fantasizing about what growing up would be like…only if we knew!

Only if we knew most parts of our lives will be spent alone, dealing with our conflicting thoughts and nursing the scars we get from the numerous disappointments. Why were we so quick to be grown ups? What is enticing? Is it the 8-5 of chaos with a paltry earning at the end of the month? or the constant damage to our kidneys and liver under the guise of “enjoyment”?

Miss me with all the scam. Being a kid felt so good.