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The beauty of suns in winters,
It’s gentle warmth,the quiet whispers.
You’d squint and look at with wistful eyes,
Praying that it holds on and never dies.

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The smell of earth after the rains,
Whispers that growth follows the pains.
The gentle falling of leaves in autumn,
Paints the ground gold, ready to soon blossom.

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The clearance of the morning fog,
Reveals the path once lost in smog.
The nights when the moon isn’t whole,
Reminds me that it’s only human to stray from goals.

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I realised I’m getting older. I wish time could stop. The older I’m getting, the more I understand.

I understand my parents. I understand where they come from. I see them trying, loving. After all, it’s there first time being parents too.

I realise that sometimes you so badly want something and you’re so close to even get it, but god has different plans: Not to punish you but to prepare you.

I realise that growing up isn’t as magical as my 10 year old self thought it would be. In fact, growing up is about learning to say goodbyes to the ones you never wanna let go, its about accepting that some things just aren’t for you and that maybe something better is written for you.

Growing up I realised, I don’t want grand gestures by anyone to feel happy. But it’s about the small moments. A familiar walk, a song that makes you feel whole is enough.

It’s also about forgiving yourself. We often have hearts big enough that forgives others but we are so cruel to ourselves.

And maybe yeah, growing up isn’t always figuring out everything fully but making peace of not having to.

This is for everyone who’s having a difficult time growing up (myself included).

I wish I could run to a home where I belong.

But maybe, we have to create that home within ourselves, and that, my darling, will only come when you’re truly at peace with who you are.

Thankyouu for reading!

Until next time💗