I am no longer a child.
I came to a point in my life that I no longer need the comfort of my old toys, my pillow, and everything that protects me from the realizations of the world.
Truly, maturity does not come with age. As days passed by, the more I know myself. The more I know myself, the more I become afraid.
What I want and need ten years ago are not the things that I want and need today.
Self control if not just only a virtue, but also a gift. Sometimes, this gift can be put into test. The best thing to do is to stay away from what will bring test to self control.
I am no longer a child, but still dependent. I am dependent, but I have my individuality. I may have my individuality, but I still need to conform. I may no longer be a child, but I am still a daughter.
I am in the process of becoming a woman.
A woman worthy of respect and love.
A woman of essence and strength.
I may be regressing sometimes, but it will be with style.
I can be whatever I want to be. I just have to stay focused.
*Thoughts I have acquired over the weekend.Labels: life