I sure miss the world the way it was before I understood way too much. Back then, life felt lighter, simpler, and full of wonder. Every new day seemed like an adventure waiting to unfold, and every small discovery felt like opening a treasure chest. I felt nothing but joy and curiosity.
I didn’t carry the weight of understanding all the complications behind the things I loved. I didn’t think about the flaws in the systems that ran the world, or the painful truths hidden behind small pleasures. I could simply enjoy a song, a sunset, or a laugh with someone I cared about without overanalyzing it. There was a kind of magic in seeing the world as a place full of possibility rather than problems.
Now, with all that I know, it sometimes feels like the brightness has dimmed. Awareness is heavy. It brings responsibility and a sense of sorrow for the things I can’t unsee or unknow. Even happy moments can feel shadowed by the understanding that nothing is as simple as it appears.
Sometimes I wish I could step back into that old version of myself—the one who lived in peaceful ignorance, who could feel free without the weight of endless thoughts. I imagine how it would feel to wake up without worry, to let joy take over without any guilt or fear. To live once again in that world full of magic, where wonder outweighed everything else. But when all is said and done, I will never trade this awareness, but I will continue to try to exist simply again in the beauty of life.
“He says, ‘Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.’” – Psalms 46:10
Being About The Journey 