Ok. I confess that was never my motto in life, I never cared of what anyone around me was doing, ever. I didn’t have to have my first kiss just because everyone else already had it, or to wear the clothes all the other girls were wearing, or any of the life clichés that happen mostly when you are a teenager. I’ve been pressured to go faster but that didn’t make me move an inch ahead of what I wanted to in any sense of my life.
In fact, when I was a child I had my own little world, most of the times I wasn’t even aware of what was going on with the outsiders. I always had my own pace, my own style, my own principles, my own way of thinking. I was never the most popular kid, but I was certainly the most loved.
It’s funny to look back now and realize that so little had changed. I am not a little girl anymore, although my heart sometimes acts like it, but I still have my own world, it’s bigger, it has more taste to it and a kink of reality because that’s just good sense! It’s got plans, dreams, songs, speeches to myself, the moments I treasure, sunshine and even some bubbles.
Some might say it’s naïve but I like to have it there. It’s not as full as butterflies as it used to be, it has some bumps around the edge and sometimes it fades to gray, and the more I think of it, the closer to the real thing I get. Maybe I never had a different world; maybe I just have different eyes. Maybe I chose to look at the glass as half full. Maybe I like to lay down on the grass and look at the blue skies and just breathe in my life in the very moment. Maybe I do sing along with the songs in my head and I do smell the flowers and appreciate each day. Maybe I do still wait…
So I guess the world is a reflection of what you make out of it.
In fact, when I was a child I had my own little world, most of the times I wasn’t even aware of what was going on with the outsiders. I always had my own pace, my own style, my own principles, my own way of thinking. I was never the most popular kid, but I was certainly the most loved.
It’s funny to look back now and realize that so little had changed. I am not a little girl anymore, although my heart sometimes acts like it, but I still have my own world, it’s bigger, it has more taste to it and a kink of reality because that’s just good sense! It’s got plans, dreams, songs, speeches to myself, the moments I treasure, sunshine and even some bubbles.
Some might say it’s naïve but I like to have it there. It’s not as full as butterflies as it used to be, it has some bumps around the edge and sometimes it fades to gray, and the more I think of it, the closer to the real thing I get. Maybe I never had a different world; maybe I just have different eyes. Maybe I chose to look at the glass as half full. Maybe I like to lay down on the grass and look at the blue skies and just breathe in my life in the very moment. Maybe I do sing along with the songs in my head and I do smell the flowers and appreciate each day. Maybe I do still wait…
So I guess the world is a reflection of what you make out of it.
