Grown ups make everything complicated. They care about everything and everyone’s opinions. I miss being a child. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self to avoid what people says whenever they changed my inner child.
If a child likes a dress in a shop, he/she doesn’t care about what everyone else’s opinion or doesn’t care what others will think of them. They roll on the floor or sit on the floor and cry until and unless they get that dress.
I miss that. Going towards what I want without caring about what others will think. Now I have gone too deep. I have to act decent and care about how I present myself to others.