Little Happy

It seems that when I was small, all I ever wanted was to be older and bigger. Most days I still feel like a small child, but some days it feels like I am my own person now. I know that should feel great now, but I just feel a little weird, as if something that I thought was far away is simply in my hand now. I am almost scared of what the future holds for me, but I have learned to turn my fear into excitement. I do not know if that is the best habit, because now I just end up being excited when I should really be scared. Why should I be scared?

It seems as I grow older, I have more thoughts on my brain. The more things I think about and take into account, the less I care about things that I should probably care more about. It seems as if my care is scarce and just gets divided as I keep thinking of more and more things. When I was younger, it seemed I could just care about the present, or maybe that is just how I look back at it now. I always thought about a lot, yet I don’t feel like I could really consider all of it.

So what should I do? More so, what should we do? I think we should simply learn from our younger selves about how to feel better. I just think we have complicated it too much, or maybe I just look happy here because I was in the mountains and nothing could really bother me.