What if i told you
all the answers to all our questions are hidden somewhere in our
respective childhood? Will you believe me? Chances are you won't. You
shouldn't, in any case. We all find our answers in our own ways but
still, i've been pondering what role our childhood plays in our
formation. The person we are today must have a lot to do with how we
were decades ago and how our environment was with us during our
younger days. We might have become obnoxious enough to dismiss those
days saying they are dead and buried in the past but what if their
ghosts are still lingering around? Aren't we silently dealing with
them then? Don't tell me you don't remember much. It doesn't matter
whether you can recollect everything in detail. Besides, you don't
even remember every little thing that happened during your hot date
last weekend. Memories are a result of practice. It's not a gift. You
may have quit your childhood but your childhood is never going to
quit on you. The nightmares you used to have as a kid still recur
behind the closed curtains of your eyelids. When they wake up in the
middle of the night, you are reminded of the place you come from. A
place you can't go back to. The dreams you once had as a child
continue to mock the dreams you pretend to have today. If so, aren't
your fears and your triumphs a consequence of the events that shaped
your childhood? Also, to what extent?
Please tell me i'm
mistaken because i SO want to be.
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