Forever Young...

So many things look so bright when you are a child. So many ambitions that still look plausible. So many dreams to go after. Why is it that when those dreams are closer in reach that we stop believing in them? Why is it that when you have the opportunity to have a cup refilled that it starts to look half empty?
For so long I thought that I didn't have a proper childhood, that I grew up to fast, but the truth is...it was my fault. I never wanted to be a kid. I wanted to be that person who was forced to grow up too soon and would have an amazing story to tell when they conquer all the troubles in there lives, but I have a great life. I had a wonderful family that loved me. I had friends that didn't care. And most importantly...I didn't care. I didn't care what the latest "Fashion" statement was. I didn't care if a boy looked at me and thought "Wow she is amazing". I was just me. I climbed trees. I danced. I sang at the top of my lungs. But now...Now I care. Now I wonder if people are talking about me, I wonder if I am doing all I can to impress someone. I wonder so much that I stop doing all of the things that I love. All of the things that keep me young. I want them back. I want to dream. I want to see God in all of the small beauties in life. I want to notice a butterfly, and flowers. I want to be a little girl with an innocent mind that didn't know all of the tough and bad things in this life that do nothing more than to damage your soul. Why is it that we want to grow up so fast and as it begins to speed up we decide that slowing down is the right thing to do. I want my glass to be refilled. I want to run and jump and not care. I want to know what it feels like to not have the weight of the world on your shoulders, specially when you put it there yourself. All I want is to be...forever young.