the past is the past

but sometimes, you wish for it back.
you wish for the days when everything was carefree, and easy.
the easy times, the best times. the safe times, the homely times.

back, back to when problems never even existed,
when you thought that the world would end if you didn't get something you wanted.

then, you grow up.
you find out that life is hard, and it cuts and scratches you.
that people change, life changes, and nothing goes your way.

you grow to find that problems do exist,
and the world doesn't revolve around you.

you find that you have to solve everything yourself,
make yourself independent, make yourself grow up.

you find yourself not trusting anyone, not even yourself.

you find that you can't solve everything, you can't make everything better.
some problems you can put problems on, and some you have to pull it off.

you find yourself having to let people go, and letting others into your life.
you find you don't go sitting like a statue, yet don't get clingy.

you let the waters drift you off in the right direction, yet change your course if you have to.
you think you know everything, so you act cocky.
but you find out you were wrong.

when you're young, you think that there's nothing wrong in the world, that it's a new adventure.
but you age, and you harden. you find out new things. you grow up.