My Love Letter to the Simpler Times

I miss my childhood

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Adulthood is overrated. There, I said it.

Bills, deadlines, endless responsibilities — somehow, we all got tricked into thinking that growing up was this grand adventure, only to realize it’s just a never-ending to-do list.

And in the middle of all this madness, I find myself looking back.

Back to a time when life wasn’t about survival but about curiosity, laughter, and moments that didn’t require a productivity tracker.

I miss my childhood.

When Life Was Just… Life

There was a time when the biggest scandal in my life was who cheated in a game of tag.

When medals didn’t matter because every day felt like a win. When the world wasn’t divided into achievements and failures — it was just a playground waiting to be explored.

I miss that.

I miss the version of me that wasn’t constantly measuring success.

The me that found joy in watching ants march in a perfect line, that got excited about the color of the sky, that believed anything was possible simply because no one had told me otherwise.