I’m sorry if my words hurt you. But I know that you know they have at least some truth in them. You give me love and care. But you don’t give me freedom. Freedom to make my own choices. Freedom to have experiences. Freedom to talk to you. When I try to break free, you just give me that sarcastic smile and reinforce the shackles that imprison me to you. I can’t be what I really want to be because you make me feel like I have something to prove. So, I try to live by your standards, but I’m not happy. If I could be anywhere else but here, I would be. You don’t see what this is doing to me. I’m young, but I feel old, seeing the years slip by through my fingers without being able to do anything about it.
You don’t see me breaking.
And that’s why you’ll never see me leaving.
A Winter wonderland is a sight to admire. Everything is white, everything is cool, and all is okay with the world while those delicate snowflakes fall from the sky.
Making a snow angel, running, playing, snowball fights, jumping and rolling in the snow and the speed of gliding on the ice… I’ll never forget that. I’ll never stop wanting more.
And I have a message for you all who are experiencing winter with snow in your town.
You’re damn lucky.
Where I live, it’s really hot. Like 30 degrees Celsius (pleeeease don’t ask me to do the conversion to Fahrenheit! I suck at it), and at some cities it’s even 40 degrees. We’re at summer right now.
I had never seen snow before I traveled.
So maybe some people prefer summer. But you can bet that, whenever I feel bad, or stressed, or like the world is going to end, this trip to a snow filled place is what I’m going to remember. Those blissful memories are going to comfort me and make me smile. Because I had never had this much fun with my family in my life. It was a dream.
I’m back from this trip, but those days are in my heart forever.