Blossoming

Many things change as you get older. You grow apart from those you thought you'd be riding or dying with. Your definition of success shifts from having an unending supply of money to desiring a decent night's sleep in a home with people you care about. You begin reading for various reasons, sometimes because it seems like a cool thing to do, and sometimes because you find beauty in the calmer world of words. You begin to notice pleasant people. You form an opinion of them, sometimes basis what you hear, and sometimes basis what you see.

What I adore about growing up is how it broadens our minds and hearts in many ways.

We perceive everything as a choice. We can see the beginnings of it. We can see it coming to an end. We can see it burning. We can see it blossoming. Perhaps that is what growing up is all about learning how to love and how not to love. Learning to be and let oneself be.

Learning to care while also being carefree. Learning how to live and what it means to die.

Keep Smiling!!