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Years ago, despite living a destitute life, there was hope in
pursuing the elusive vision of a sacred future. Now, in the present day, that
future has arrived in terms of time, but unexpectedly, the prospects of success
have dimmed. Perhaps the dreams of the past have not materialized, and the
present version of oneself no longer dares to aspire.
Once upon a time, the dream was to become a scientist. Later, it was
disheartening to hear people refer to such lofty aspirations as "delusions of a
madman," though in the past, being an adult was something eagerly anticipated
and deemed fulfilling. However, as one grows up, it becomes an inevitable and
burdensome affair, filled with worries. We are no longer the innocent children
we once were.
In childhood, happiness was simple—having companions and the well-being of loved
ones, leading a plain and ordinary life. But as we grow older, happiness becomes
complex. Growing up entails responsibilities and maturity, adding an extra layer
of concerns. We are no longer the naive children we once were.
During childhood, it seems like there were no memories, only the plain and
joyful moments of daily life. However, as we grow older, memories tend to evoke
sadness. Each time we look back on the past, we often feel a sense of nostalgia
and regret.
In childhood, there were no smartphones, no computers, and no internet, yet life
was so beautiful. However, as we grow up, these tools of the information age
such as smartphones and computers have become indispensable, yet we are not as
happy as before.
In childhood, the sight of a car or an airplane passing by filled us with
excitement. But as we grow older, airplanes fill the sky, and the constant flow
of vehicles becomes a source of annoyance.
In childhood, we would venture together through the mountains and waters of our
hometown, playing happily. However, as we grow older, we no longer play
together, and the mountain paths of our hometown have become overgrown with
weeds.
In childhood, we could ride bicycles through the streets and alleys, leisurely
exploring the scenery, and stopping to admire it together. But as we grow up, we
abandon bicycles and speed through on motorcycles, always alone, the scenery
flying by too quickly to appreciate.
As adults, we no longer play with the same childlike innocence, we no longer
engage in deep conversations as we once did, we no longer gaze up at the stars
together. Growing up... everything has changed.
Thus, we fear growing up, resisting it. So, when the time comes for us to
mature, we find ourselves unprepared, and life becomes even more dull and
colorless.
However, despite the fear and trepidation, it is only by overcoming it that we
can truly survive. This is an eternal truth. |
