Some things happen and we’re forced to grow up in ways. Sum of our experiences, I would have said. We would be sure to tackle the same problem in a different way the next time round, wouldn’t we? It sure is taxing, and I’ve probably processed too much for someone my age. Now, you can’t blame the occasional lament from someone, wishing he/she could turn back the clock. To the fairytale age where one is distanced from intricate emotions and human relationships.

Now, what do I wish for then? A house with a million dollar view would be great. So would reprieve.


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