Published by: Dianna Grace Carina
Date Published: January 10, 2024
Time Published: 8:39 AM
Category: Prose
Theme: Being lost by difficulty and finding comfort in one's younger version.
Life, I never knew you'd be this hard to face. Only if someone warned me then I could’ve lived a life without regrets to deal with; only if I knew, I'd never wished to be on this page. It seems like upon growing up, I packed baggage that I never liked and it keeps on going—infinitely, it's hurting me.
Going back to the time when I was able to endure every second that passed when my only problem was to decide what food to eat, what toy to play with, and even what pillow to hug. The time when my only downfall was not being able to run and play by the rain, I compare to now, when I don't even know what conflict I should fix first. These baggages keep falling on me and I'm tired of it.
I want a rest. I desire to go back a decade from present times just to find peace or just to talk to my younger self—tell her to live to the fullest, to imagine, to act, to believe, and to endure what she adores. Tell her that as long as she's able to, she should do and strive for what she wants. Because of what I feel right now, I believe that's the best thing to do. Make her follow her heart as it is the only way for us to escape this chaotic world that we have.
Only if time machines were real, I'd travel towards you, my dearest self. I wish to do this, not to scare you but to make us at least smile, as we know that we have lived the way we want when we're still able to. It'll be alright, but only if I can reach you.
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