Why did I grow up?
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As a kid I was very eager to grow up but still was unaware of what actually happens when we grow old. It's never the same place it's never the same people. Neither a physically and mentally healthy childhood nor a very good school or teacher I had where we could design good dreams, but was still feeling safe and warm as we are surrounded by our family. With immature minds and finding happiness in little things I was overwhelmed with all the little happy moments whenever I get it but sooner I started realising that happy moments are like a holiday time and leave me very soon. So, I live with it as much as I can. Time was fleeting that I couldn't hold on the moments spent. Tried to fight with my fate but fallen badly. Cried out and shouted loudly but things are moving fast leaving me behind. The message which I couldn't get initially was to 'keep moving'. Parting ways with loved ones Am I not an ambitious girl in life? I questioned to myself many tim...