When we are just infants we want to grow, live adult life and the banalities that this brings. Stupid people. Life is a constant irony and that is that we always want what our neighbor has and we do not focus on what is important: what we have, what has led us to where we are; we lose people or things in life by focusing on what we lack, and when we lose what we did not have is when we begin to miss it. The human being is selfish by nature.
The most latent example that lies in my mind is when I wanted to be an adult as a child and now, a decade after that, I want to be a girl again.
Playing to be little adults, looking forward to our birthday to increase our age. The worst thing that could happen to us in this life was forgetting a toy, then our parents would help us and in the worst case we would not find our toy but we forgot about it minutes later when we finding a new form of entertainment. The worst thing anyone could do to us was to stick our tongues out after a fight, get angry for a few hours and be friends again the next day.
Returning my memory to those days makes me someone melancholy, ice cream, skate parties, kindergarten, elementary school. I remember spying on my biggest cousins and I was excited to know that soon I would be with them, at parties and believing, wrongly, that my only concern would be: '' What color of lipstick will I put on at night? '', After so many nights out I can warn my younger relatives, not everything is how the movies paint it. Pff, talking about movies, have any of you seen the movie 13 going on 30? And there could not be something more emblematic for this fragment: I want to grow beautiful, flirtatious and prosperous.
I'm not an adult, not for a second, I'm just a teenager with fear of the future and what awaits me, I'm still dumb, a fool with nonsense in the head, wishing to be of legal age to enter the clubs (club, nightclubs ) of my choice and to toast with my friends as if there was no greater satisfaction in life. It is true that I would like to go back to the time where my parents welcomed me into their arms when I fell off my bike and kissed, cuddled, healed ... now I have to heal myself.
And although I speak of my childhood as if it were what I most longed for in this life, if I had the opportunity to change some of my decisions, I would not do it, all that has led me to be what I am now, and although many times that dislike, this is what I am, what I do and what I have said; I would probably spend those days in the same way, being spoiled. I am not able to stop time, but I can start working on it.
