Hanging on

Sometimes I wish not to grow up.

I am struggling with the transition. There is just so much expectations of me. I dread I would eventually fail and disappoint everyone.

I wish time can just slow down. Better still, turn back. Go back to when I can just run free and be myself. Back when I know there is always someone to catch me when I fall. And I will remind myself to be contented with what I had, because the life I dreamt of is not what I really wanted.

I want a simple life. Not a successful life. A life made of choices not influenced by the society.

But there is no use turning back now, but to push on the journey alone. How I wish I could even get a little strength and guidance to push on. The path is getting cold and treacherous. Oh how I wish I could just let go of everything right here, right now.

"Hang in there." Someone please tell me that.

There better be a fucking light at the horizon after this turn.