Circle Of Life
Do you remember the poem ”Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?” I think most of you do remember. It used to be my favorite poem in my childhood and I always believed that the stars are small, gentle, and soft like cotton. But reality hit hard, the stars were never small and gentle. Instead, it was a giant ball of fire and a dream of decorating my room with those little stars shattered the same day when I acknowledged the truth, and by that time I kinda understood that I cannot have everything that I want. The one thing I have understood by now is growing up is not easy. I don't know why but along with the time I can no more be childish, stupid, impractical, and stubborn. I still remember how I used to sit in the middle of the road and start crying if my parents won’t fulfill my wish. But it’s not the same now, as an adult, I can’t do that if I repeat such things then people are surely gonna take me to the mental hospital. With an increase in a ge, we lose our true happiness. Just remember...