I remember when I was younger

All I used to do was just have fun

Doing whatever

From always playing with toys

Staying up late watching cartoons

Watching random videos

Playing video games all day, all night

Only thinking about just this or just that

Just consuming one thing after the other

So blissfully and mindlessly

Thinking that it will always be this way

Then, you get older

You start to realize somethings

How all this fun and wonder becomes less

How all of these things don’t really matter

How life doesn’t entertain, just exists

How work gets much harder, more frequent

You start to know more about life

About how you’re not that “special”

How time will pass with you or without you

Life will progress with you or without you

How you start to not have as much fun anymore

But to do what feels important

Getting a family

Getting a job

Getting a purpose

Getting a life

And so, I sit down

Feeling down

Over the death of a much more youthful

Much more joyous

Much more excited

Much more blissfully unaware

Much more fun little boy I used to be

Slowly giving birth to a much wiser

Much more controlled

Much more chill

Much more experienced

Much more fulfilled

Much more meaningful man I will be