
Innocence of childhood
Unregrettable youth
Although passes away with time
But those happy times
and valuable friendships
Yet forever locked within one's memory
So fresh and vibrant
Waiting for you and I to rediscover
Each person is like a pen, the road he or she takes is a piece of paper, and his or her life is a story. Some life stories leave a lasting impression, while others fade into obscurity. What about yours?
3 comments:
Hachiko ~ Ahhh, I am reminded to slow down and look at things with the eyes of a child
I don't want to think about childhood. One has completely no control of anything.
Does one become happier when he or she has more control of life? Then why are children happier than adults?
The truth is none of us really has control over many things in life. The more we try to do so (to feel secure, maybe), the more we fear of losing it, and in the process we become less happy.
How much better to have the heart of a child in which you can learn to appreciate life's simplicity at its best. It's us adults who make the world so complicated to live in, don't you think so?
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