The Little Things

I used to enjoy those long rides on the government bus. Songs blasting through the earphones, my imagination jumping from big castles to nostalgic movements. That movement was all that mattered. But now life has changed. The same ride feels like a big chore, a time wasted. A constant feeling of anxiousness, the burden of responsibility is robbing me of my peace. Childhood and youth are those precious things that cannot be relived ever again. Same way, even middle age would seem like a gift, thus, I will sip life.

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