I was once....

I was once a baby, a baby who was coddled and loved and cared for every second of everyday. I was pure and innocent and squishy. I was once a kid, a kid who was told that there was something out there for her, something that would be meant for her to make her strong and successful and maybe if she was lucky happy. I was once a teenager, a teenager that couldn't wait to get out of high school so her real life could start, someone who had dreams and desires and new found cramps. That teenager was lonely and insecure but so positive that something would be better right outside those school walls. Now I am an adult, an adult who misses those high school walls every so often because at least when she was behind them she didn't know that there would be a whole other set of walls to come. She didn't understand just how disappointing life could be and she had great dreams and great hopes for the future. Now as an adult I sometimes miss the girl that wrote poetry and short stories. The girl who was always thinking and daydreaming and hopeful when it came to her future. Now I'm just an adult like everyone else wanting to go to the next stage of my life only to find that I feel exactly as I did before, but with different scenery. And hopefully by the next stage of my life I will begin to be happy with what I do have, begin to appreciate the things that are happening right then instead of pine for what might lay ahead. Hopefully I will not look at the past like I do now and dwell on the bad things but push those aside and embrace the good. Now as an adult I will live my life and try to look in the mirror each day with a shred of hope and love for the person staring back at me, I will force myself to endure the days with happiness and thanks instead of waste them away searching for my future. Now as an adult I will perhaps make a difference if that is a possible.