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When we were younger, things never seemed to bother us.

We were happy, we were laughing, we hardly cried.

There were so little problems then. So much bliss and protection and understanding.

And then we grow up.


And then so many things began to flood in. The maturing starts to propel a painful process of joy, hurt, pain, peace, happiness, and it batters onto our hearts day in and day out. Constantly pushing us to our limits, constantly making us make difficult decisions. And we're left to always pick up the pieces that others shatter within us.

You reach a stage in life when you transit from adolescence to adulthood.
16, 17, 18, 19.... you grow older each year, and with each coming year comes more things to hold on to and to let go.

There are things in life I no longer understand and relate to.
There are things in life that I still am constantly trying to understand.

People expect you to grow up, and others expect you to be that same young son you were before. And there you are standing, caught in-between the ones you grew to love, and the ones who grew up loving you. Friends and family, both pulling you apart like a tug-of-war, expecting you to be 2 somebodies that you know aren't you right now.

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One day, it will all be set right.

One day, I will grow up and learn to let go and hold on to the right things.

But for now, in the midst of these burdens, these tiring and restless nights, I give Him praise. Because I will never have reach where I am today without Him. And I lean my faith and hope on Daddy alone.

SY wrote at 12:10 am