The truth is everyone is going to hurt you...

Today, I saw a young boy on the train. He was wild and full of life and was rolling on the floor of the train like there's no tomorrow. He had no care of the world, and what people would think of him, he was just having the time of his life. I miss those times, the times of a childhood where troubles did not exist, where we only cried over silly things, where we played and played with not a care of the world and the people surrounding us, and lived for the sole purpose of having fun. But now, our world has grown into such a bigger, complicated world, where a word or a phrase can cut us so deeply, our hearts break into pieces. A world where misery and pain is easily touched upon. A world where we are judged and shunned. A world that is full of suffering, betrayal and endless hurt. I miss the times, the times where you know everything's going to be alright, that bad things won't happen to you because it just doesn't. The times where worries are swept away by just a kiss or comfort from parents. The times where we are who we are, and we don't hide ourselves, we let them out, good or bad. I miss the times where we are constantly protected, where we are shielded from hurtful thoughts. The times where all we have to do is LIVE.