The Numbers We Grow Into

In general, the numbers we grow into every year requires that we act by them. Most times, however, the little girl inside who grew up to be the youngest of three (and sometimes even acts like or is treated as the youngest of five πŸ˜‚) just wants to remain as that. Not because she’s afraid of growing up and growing old. Age does not really bother her. It’s the thought of losing whatever childhood optimism she may have of the things around her and most especially of losing more time with the parents. The more time we get to spend with them, the lesser we seem to have as we move forward. Cause when you’re a kid, you seem to have all the time in the world.. not only to do kid stuff, but to have all the time to spend with the parents. This thought usually pops up from time to time. One of the great ironies of life, when you’re young you can’t wait to grow up and live your life independently. When you’ve grown old you wish to be young again and be in the comforting presence of your parents. πŸ˜­πŸ˜£πŸ˜•


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