Still, my heart longs for days when my younger self looked a lot happier; days when there was nothing much on her plate but her dreams and innocence; and days when she always wear that genuine smile every time she keeps small things in her hands and holds them closely in her heart. She was undeniably bold back then, not to mention genuinely reckless—she said what she said, did what she did, but there were times that perhaps she didn’t mean some things. She was a lot of a careless young girl who only cared about dreaming regardless of how the world sees it. There are times that I envy her for she never really cared a lot of fitting in and going after all standards. She played well on stage not because she delivered her dialogues well, but how she made a lot of turns that were not meant to be part of the show. She was indeed stubborn. That younger version of me must have learned a lot from my grown up version and she’s definitely thankful for making it this far. And even growing older, she is still wearing the same heart as she has when she was younger —she has still these childhood dreams she can never outgrow, and that is somehow finding peace in small things and living life for the ordinary ones—she means, not necessarily for greater things but for genuine happiness and meaningful journey. #RandomThoughts Illustration by: gemi333 via IG
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