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(Sorry, two writings in one day. I may just start up a personal blog of somekind. I will stop posting these here though.)
Imagination, want, friends. These are a few of the things that make one grow from a child, to a adult. When you're young. You have imagination big enough to make a whole new world inside of your head. You can daydream, fantasize, obsess. You have friends that you can do it with too, simple little games. Like playing dinosaur or hero and the villain. You can see things that adults can't. This is your own world. A world without worry, a world full of fun and laughs. School slowly rips this away from you. Forcing you out of your world, and into reality.] In reality, you worry about grades, being grounded, getting in trouble. You hate reality, and as you grow older, you begin to try and reject it. The more you grow, the less you see your world. You lose sight of your dreams, and start setting goals. You rebel, reject, and spit in realities face...or try to. As you grow, you realize the only way to live, is out of your world. The more you get older, you begin to not care. You forget what it was like to truly be yourself..to be what you want. Eventually. You no longer think about fantasy. Reality is your primary world now. A world of worry, fear, run by intimidation and currency. You are now twenty-five years old. You have adjusted for the most part. You still worry about money, or a job. But you have forgotten about your paradise. Your world...your true happiness. Living has turned you against your own imagination. You have no time for fun, no time for childish games you used to play. You now live, paycheck by paycheck, worrying if something unknown and forgotten will come out of your bank account. You live life full of fear, what if, worry. You can't be happy anymore. Not truly happy...only content... What happened to your dreams...your imagination...your Paradise? EDIT: posting posting postingposting wtf? ____________________ 
Anyone mind teaching me ASM? D: For some reason, although I read guides, somehow I am still confused, but I also understand it a bit more. Anyway, if youd like to help at all, add me on Frozen2Dream@hotmail.com |
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