I read somewhere that when we are kids time moves slowly for us, and as we grow older we feel time is flying by us faster and faster. Some believe this happens because as kids our brains expand more, we experience more each day. Since then I have used time as a scale. If I look back to 2015 - I see a kid, far far away from here, in all the dimensions we can perceive.
She has since fought, and cried, laughed, and learnt. She has tried to walk in snow with heavy boots, and tried to sleep at night with a heavy heart. She has loved, lost and loved again. Then again she has won, lost and won. There have been adventures, misadventures, and missed adventures.
To add a conclusion to this chapter would be unfair.
:)
She has since fought, and cried, laughed, and learnt. She has tried to walk in snow with heavy boots, and tried to sleep at night with a heavy heart. She has loved, lost and loved again. Then again she has won, lost and won. There have been adventures, misadventures, and missed adventures.
To add a conclusion to this chapter would be unfair.
:)
Wow! This is... Just lovely
ReplyDeleteThanks behen :')
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