Peter Pan.

When I was a kid, I was jealous of all the grown-ups. I always thought they had all the fun. They could stay up all night, go out without a chaperon, wear any outfit, buy anything they want. No one dictates to them what food to eat, what time to sleep, what clothes to wear, what words to say. They had all the freedom in the world and I badly wanted to grow up.

But now that I’m not a kid anymore, I realized, being a grown-up is not fun at all. Yes, there are perks like drinking alcoholic drinks, partying all night, being able to watch all those adult movies. I have the freedom in the world but I look at it and there is a deeper and bigger meaning to it. Life became more complicated, more messy. It’s hard to have fun lately.

I find myself wishing that I were a kid once again where the only thing I have to worry about is getting that new toy before the others do, where you just go for the things you want without being afraid, where the things I break are still repairable, where saying words like “sorry” and “i love you” were really easy to do.

I miss being a kid. I miss believing in tooth fairies. I miss hoping for a happily ever after. I miss most especially, the carefree life.

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