I kind of miss being young.

I am excited for the future, 

but I’m also nervous.

When I was younger 

that wasn’t the case.

When I was younger

 I had this laugh. 

It was pretty infectious.

It was also pure, 

and genuine,

like my happiness, which was ever so consistent.

I do miss being able 

to be happy

 most of the time. 

But that’s just a part of growing up.

Realizing that the world around me is not exactly as 

positive 

and hopeful 

and exciting 

as I was.

I wish the world 

matched the energy I contained

 as a little kid. 

As we all contained.

There’s something truly magical about a child’s innocence. 

And all magic must be 

nurtured, 

protected, 

and celebrated.

It should not be taken advantage of.

Alas, one of the advantages of growing is the expansion of

 knowledge, and with that comes 

knowledge of a powerful force: 

negativity.

It expands into the depths of our minds,

 and blinds us from the 

magic and 

positivity 

of our youth.

This is an inevitable process. 

But does it mean that the magic is lost?

Absolutely not.

It can be rediscovered, 

and nurtured, 

and protected, 

and celebrated.

Because we have to celebrate life, 

from the beginnings of youth

 to the ends of wise age.

I still do miss being young.

But what I think I really miss

 is the magic.

So I’m going to find it again, 

and when I do, 

it will bring a smile to my face,

 hopefully followed by some infectious laughter.