When I look on my own childhood, I truly understand how much I miss those untroubled days with no tasks. When I was a child I felt my parents controlled my life. I wanted to be authorized to make my own choices and do the things that I wanted to do.
Where has the time gone? It looks as if I have just woken up to find myself with responsibilities and stresses; and I wish I had one more chance to experience my childhood days again, though the thoughts are now a distant remembrance.
You may never realize what you have until it has passed. When I was a child I wanted to grow up into an adult in charge of my own life. Now I try to recapture my youth in every reasonable way likely.
I have noticed, through watching and listening to now generation children that they too are eager and want to be treated as a grown up. They always question why they are not allowed to do this or do that. They choose not to listen, but would rather argue.
Adulthood comes with its own accessories of duties and chores, but as a child you can be unconscious and only see the external shell of being an adult.
This Post is written for Day#15 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new.
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I was running at a fast pace fearing for life, seemed something was chasing me from behind. I had no place to hide and I was afraid to look back, fearing for life. For me it was the end of the earth and I was hanging in the air. I screamed for help. There was no sign of help and all I could see were the dark clouds laughing repulsively at me. I was about to die in the valley of solidarity and no one was ever going to find me out. I closed my eyes to avoid seeing the face the final fury of my death. The ground was nowhere in the sight and I was still down, deep down, and then suddenly I opened my eyes. I found myself on my bed – sweating and pounding heart with fast beats. My throat was dry and I had all the water in the bottle without realizing it was more than I could take in.
It was one of the worst dreams of my life. I could not sleep; I sat by my bed still sweating. The darkness in the room started to haunt me. I could feel big bad eyes staring at me. I could not stay in the darkness and switched on all the lights, washed my face and sat to think what the dream was all about.
Hardly in some time, I understood the dream. A few days back I had an argument with her and me being the little over-possessive type of person, led us to serious sorts of differences, which we did sort of but the fear of losing her over a pity issue haunted me.
This fear had taken a place in my mind so bad that it resulted in such a dark and horrific dream. Throughout the dream, I was running away from the fear of loneliness which haunted me. The next morning I called and insisted on meeting her. I shared my fears and the dream with her and we vowed to remain by each other’s side always, no matter what the circumstances could be. I cannot think of a life without her now, not a life full of loneliness, never…
Being *Nadaan* (Twitter Handle)
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