Growing up

When you are a child, you are a little bit of everything.... scientist, artist, athlete, scholar. Growing up is a process of giving up all of these, one by one...

I remember, when I was small, there used to be so many things to do. Paintings, dancing, sports, running through the rains with your arms stretched and feeling the wind going past your ears, getting lost in your world without being bothered about anyone around, about future, about responsibilities. There were so many things that we could do then, yet so many things that couldn't be done, so many of them were left out at that point of time, just because we were too lazy to continue, things that we regret later on.

I wish if I could play some instrument. Music is such a wonderful thing. I wish if I could create some for myself. That would have been amazing. Whenever I am too frustrated with work, fucked in my head for some reason, I just listen to some good music. It works wonder. Kinda helps me meditate, calms me down. There is stuff that can make me feel happy from inside, stuff that can make me swing to its tunes and stuff that can make me cry, miss someone...

Listening to maaeri now. Such a beautiful song...