is this price you pay for being a grown up? the burden of responsibilities, hiding behind the facade of maturity, facing the brunt of being a sensible person who cannot whine about the unfairness of it all once in a while...
i don't wish i were a child once more, because i seldom wish for things that can never be. but i do wish we redefined our expectations from a grown up human being. i wish we allowed a grown up to cry, to sulk, to rant about the bad deals he's been dealt, without being condescending. on the one hand we are amazed by the innocence of the babes, and on the other we refuse to accept the same innocence in the grown ups.
i do wish i could sit down and cry really hard, and that mom would come and plant a kiss on my cheek, and that dad would buy me a milk chocolate and that, in due course of time, i would stop crying on my accord, glad that the burden's lifted...i wish...
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