Changed.

CHANGE. I sometimes think this is the most difficult word I've ever come across. It's certainly one of the most unpleasant a lot of times. But in the end, it's sort of ridiculous how there's absolutely nothing we can do but accept it, because life always ends up turning out the right way if we do and turning into a big mess whenever we try to resist it :|

     My dear uncle was just telling me how fast we're all growing up. And he's right you know, Joe'll be 16 in 3 months, Mike, 18 in 4 and Imma be 20 in 5?! Seriously, when the heck did we grow so big?! But you know what, I don't feel 20, I don't remember this being what it felt like to be 20 when I imagined it when I thought of someday being 20... I mean like, when I was a kid, maybe what, 5 or 6, there used to be 20-year olds in our house all the time, and I don't really remember imagining myself to grow up into someone like them... I don't think I could quite think that far at that age. Considering, I clearly recall answering a, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" question with, "A nurse." Clearly, a lot has changed since then! :P

    I suppose, I was just being a little child then, but when do we actually change from being a little kid who doesn't know much to the billions of different people we are in this world? I mean, considering how much we resist change, it slips in ever so cunningly, innit? Did we ever really notice when we stopped wanting to do something because someone said don't. Did we ever really think about it, when our teachers said do? We just changed as the tide washed over us. I'd say it's a good thing because the smoothest pebbles are found washed in the river. But that doesn't mean we gotta be pebbles and not do anything but take it does it? Think about it? Lemme know :) <3

I tell you, I sure didn't notice a lot of things that changed about me until I looked back on them.

Good night!

I miss you :(

There's this boy. He's about 10. I've known him since the day he was born. I love him oh so much. God picked the perfect angel for me :) No wonder we know He's so perfect. But, at the moment, I miss him like crazy! :(

Gah!

Have you ever had those days where you wish people would just stop making up unecessary issues and just give you a straight reason for saying or doing something or not letting you do something?

Have you ever had those days when you feel all technology is against you? -.- All the time?

Have you ever had those days when nothing's worth starting because all you really want to do is nothing because you don't feel yourself?

Have you ever had those days when you want to go out an do something great but you're too used to brooding away in a quiet corner?

FORGET THEM ALL.

Remember those days when you did go out with a bunch of friends and goofed around? Maybe danced a jig or sang a silly song?

Those days when you played with that special little boy, singing nursery rhymes and action songs and were simply ecstatic to be who you are and blessed to be with the ones you love.

Those days your cousins and you drove down to the beach and ate ice cream as the wind whispered songs of praise that everything within you responded to immediately in rejoicing to.

REMEMBER THEM.

Hold onto them. Cherish them. Love them. Grow.

Little One.

Little one, you smile.

And my world is set ablaze.

For I can see the stars, in your gaze.

Little one, you laugh.

And I laugh with you.

For I need a million reasons not to do so when you do.

Little one, you cry,

And my heart breaks

To let even that first tear streak your face.

But little one, sometimes we all need relief

And crying may help us keep the deal brief.

Little one, you dance.

To the orchestra in your mind.

But little one, it is

What makes me smile.

Little one, your hug,

The warmth and kind.

Make everything bad shrivel from sight.

Little one, your song,

As you sing it out loud,

Gives me hope, makes me want to shout.

Little one, your dreams,

Though sometimes troubled, they seem.

Are probably what I see in your eyes, that gleam.

Little one, you are

Who you ought to be.

But little one, you’ll always be ‘little’ to me.

And nothing will change the way I see.