Untitled, a musing of time

Don't grow up too quickly because you may miss something.

Only when you're starting to realize you're finally growing up, and you're no longer a child is when you truly start to miss it. The nights spent staring up at the stars, not knowing what the future holds and not caring but dreaming of endless opportunities. That's the part I miss. Thinking midnight was late, and worrying about things that seem trivial. Things I wish could be my biggest worries now.