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The Dream of Growing Up

Finding Joy in the Simple Things

By 𝓗𝓲𝓷π“ͺ𝓽π“ͺPublished 2 years ago β€’ 2 min read
The Dream of Growing Up
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When we were kids, we used to dream,

Thinking life was a steady stream.

Everything felt so close, so bright,

The future shining in golden light.

We laughed so loud, we ran so free,

Believing all was meant to be.

The days were warm, the nights so kind,

With endless hopes within our mind.

But as we grow, the truth appears,

Life is filled with joys and fears.

The road is long, the choices wide,

Each step we take, a turn in tide.

We run for goals, we chase success,

But not all dreams bring happiness.

Money comes and money goes,

But love and friends? Nobody knows.

We lose some things to gain a few,

Yet what we hold is up to you.

We wish for more, we crave the best,

Yet never stop to take a rest.

It’s easy to think that others win,

But their battles lie deep within.

Life’s not a game, it’s not a race,

Too much rush, we lose our space.

If you want all, you’ll pay a price,

Sometimes joy, sometimes sacrifice.

A house so big but filled with none,

Or dreams so bright but love undone.

What’s the point of wealth so grand,

If there’s no one to hold your hand?

Health is key, but what’s it for,

If your heart still longs for more?

Instead of taking the world entire,

Find what truly sets your fire.

Give your time to what feels right,

Let it grow, let it shine bright.

Love, health, peace, and grace,

Matter more than any race.

Take a moment, breathe it in,

Enjoy the world, let life begin.

Not every battle is meant to fight,

Sometimes stepping back feels right.

Not every friend is meant to stay,

Some will leave and fade away.

But those who care will hold you near,

Through darkest nights, through doubt and fear.

So don’t keep chasing endless things,

True happiness comes in simple wings.

The moments shared, the love you give,

That’s what makes it great to live.

Find the beauty in the now,

Let go of stress, let go of how.

For in the end, it’s not the prize,

But the love and light in your eyes.

The laughter shared, the hands you hold,

The memories worth more than gold.

Life’s a gift, it’s yours to steer,

So choose what brings you joy and cheer.

Live with kindness, love so deep,

And peaceful dreams when you sleep.

Not the rush, not the chase,

But the moments filled with grace.

In the end, what truly stays,

Are the hearts you’ve touched in gentle ways.

So step with care, but don’t delay,

Live your life in your own way.

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