I wish I could go back to when everything was simple.
The people were cool, and my worries were small.
I had dreams and I had plans.
This was the time to be alive.
At least, that is what I used think.
Not anymore, all I think about is the pain and wanting out.
Younger me was confused, but the older me is no better.
I can never go back, and I learn to stop trying.
What happen then was not thriving, it was surviving.
It made me who I am today, but the no luck kept pushing the goal post further away.
Now everything is getting closer, and I am afraid to miss.
Will I take this shot, or let it pass me by? Time is running out, and I do not think I will beat the shot clock
Another podcast that I like to listen to is Inside the Disney Vault, if you want to feel like a kid again just listen to them. This podcast is about all the movies that are associated with Disney. They talk about movies not just the ones that came out in theaters, but also the Disney channel original movies. Me personally I love the DCOM, more than anything. I remember watching them growing up. The things I was doing and just being a kid again. Listen to it if whenever you get a chance.
The worries are gone.
I do not fear the struggle.
The goal was to be at peace, and most importantly at ease.
That was dream, but not what does that mean.
Do I need the hurt and the pain?
I am so used to it, that I forgot what it meant to be free.
The numbness of not knowing has turn into the heartache of caring.
Nothing has change, but everything is no longer the same.
This was my home, this was my goal, but this was not my dream.
The dream I can no longer see, is starting to become a nightmare that fulfills my needs.
The same thing day in and day out drove me to want more.
Now that have more, I really want less.
Do I need to be free, or is this the end for me?
I guess I just need to walk outside and see.