Perhaps every single one of us experienced the feeling of knowing what we want to do. When we were once a kid we wished to be anything a fairy, a pirate, a bird, or a cat. In our little minds, everything was possible. It feels like the sky is reachable.
But, how come that our minds change once we reached a certain age? How come that our dreams suddenly slipped out of our grasps without even noticing it?
"I wish I never grew up so fast."
We were once full of hope, of curiosity and interest. Now we choose our paths out of convenience instead of passion.
And it will slowly kill us. Making our shoulder heavy, our heart empty, and will make us feel as if we were all just surviving instead of living and striving.
Perhaps there's a candle within all of us and as time pass by, this candle melts. Maybe, not right away but slowly until that fire that burns within us fade away.
