Contemplation

I have been thinking recently, I wish I were ten. The world is so much better, you can run around, be completely unassuming, dream, not think too far ahead, not have mundane things to worry about. When you are 10 you want to be all grown up, drive a car, have a squiggly signature, talk about things as grown ups do and be able to stand and eat at parties, with a plate in one hand and a fork/spoon in the other.

Life moves on and you grow up. You take things in your stride. You progress from one stage to another, always (or try to) keeping where you want to be, whom you care about in the foreground. The scene changes; people you knew for years fade away, new people and ideas take root. With this newness, I feel sometimes the old moves and becomes distant. I don't like that.

I am fearful of changes in certain aspects of life. I do not wish that certain relationships should suffer or become different. I want them to become stronger as time goes by. I shall do my best to keep things that way. I am too attached some might say. Well so be it. I am. Only because of the care, affection and support that has been used to nurture who I have become.