Sometimes I'm afraid to voice my hopes. I don't know if it's something that you gain the older you get, this odd jaded outlook on life. You know, I would always hear that children or kids or even those that were just a little naive or innocent could see the world differently. That people older were too stuck in their ways to stop, to enjoy life, to see the possibilities. And it wasn't until lately that I realized...I didn't understand that before. I had been a child, reveling in what could be. Somewhere I lost it, in these three years. I "grew up"...and I honestly don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.

The point where you realize your childhood and your innocence is gone is when you start to settle. You give up your dreams for something more "realistic" or "practical". Does your life suck so much only because you let it get to you, or are you just destined to come to that realization that it does?