I’ve been struggling with this thought for a little while: the realisation that my childhood is over. When you’re just a kid, you never have that in mind, you just go with the flow and live your life, because that’s what you know how to do. You’re not really worried about anything else than beating the next level in Super Mario, or riding your bike with your friends. But then it all changes. You start thinking about girls/boys, high school, how you look… You suddenly have all this problems, and you feel like nobody has an answer to them. And the worst part is, everybody tells you that it doesn’t get better, that life is meant to be hard, and that’s the only way you can mature and become an adult. But Im not buying it, I refuse to do so. I may be too optimistic, but I do believe that my happiest days are ahead of me. I don’t want to be scared of the future, specially when there’s a pretty good change that it’s going to happen. Being a kid, people ask you about what you want to be when you grow up, but they expect you to give them an answer that makes sense to them, like a doctor, or a lawyer. And for a long time, I though they were right. But now, if you ask me , there’s only one thing I would ask for my life to be when I grow up: happy.