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Busier and Busier

Back then where the endless summer afternoons were filled with the echoes of laughter of youths,

and the only deadlines were the fading sunlight, without a care in this world I spent my childhood.

In the playgrounds of yesteryears, where my worries were as light as a sack of feathers, I was only

stressed about not knowing when my favorite animation would start.

I can’t recall the last time I was at the visited my childhood playground. The one that I grew up

and shared my joy with, playing hide-and-seek and having my heart palpitate when the seeker got

close to me.

As the years unfolded, so did the expectations from grown-ups and the layers of responsibility that

should be illegal for kids that are 16. They would expect me to decide on my profession, the
chilling path that I will be going for the rest of my life at the age of SIXTEEN when in fact, I

cannot even decide on whether I should wear two layers or only one is enough for the cool days

during fall. The simplicity of care-free days were replaced with meetings the deadlines, catching

up with the lesson topics and the complex assignments before my eyes. The hours spent

daydreaming are now devoted to tackling to-do lists, the unbridled delight of childhood altered by

the need to plan for my future.

Evenings that once stretched out to directing theatrical performances with my fellow plushies, and

finishing up the next episode of the power rangers now became precious little hours that are
meticulously allocated to homework, school projects and preparations for the exams. The

nonchalant kid turned into a busy high-school student who strives for my parents’ validation.

Yet, within this swift busyness, accomplishments and recognition comes as the acknowledgement

of growth. It may seem as if the breezy days were left behind, but with it came a deeper

understanding and purposes of one's life full of complexity and hardship.

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