Sometimes, when I look at a child, I’m filled with envy. I’d imagine their uncomplicated life. I’d picture sources of simple joys. I’d see how they’d fearlessly embrace anything new.

Isn’t that how we should live?

Live life as a child would. Without burdens. Without grudges. Without limits. Full of curiosity. Full of hope. Full of wonder. They’d go around seemingly reckless but it’s just that they believe anything is possible.

Happiness is found where they are. Simple yet fulfilling.

I wish I was still a child. Sometimes.

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