missing my life back then
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I’m missing the time when I don't have to necessarily care to no one but myself.
Where I can do things at my own pace and time. Not because I ought to do this and that… but because it is the will that drives me to do something.
I miss those times where it matters not whether my opinions are right or wrong.
I miss the way I can easily tell myself "hey, there's no sense of crying over spilled milk" when things go wrong.
Most especially, I miss the time where there's no need to place so much hope over a certain dream.
But such is life. Things do happen as it comes. We will never really know what lies for us ahead.
Where I can do things at my own pace and time. Not because I ought to do this and that… but because it is the will that drives me to do something.
I miss those times where it matters not whether my opinions are right or wrong.
I miss the way I can easily tell myself "hey, there's no sense of crying over spilled milk" when things go wrong.
Most especially, I miss the time where there's no need to place so much hope over a certain dream.
But such is life. Things do happen as it comes. We will never really know what lies for us ahead.
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