When I was a child, I used to think the moon was my best friend (quite sad, I know). It would always follow me everywhere I went. When I went to the grocery store with my mom, when I went to go visit my grandparents, when I would just be sitting in the car cruising. I would smile at it and it would smile back at me with those craters. It seemed silly now that I am older. I also liked to draw a lot when I was younger. I was convinced I was going to be an artist and become the new Da Vinci. Of course, that dream began to fade as. I grew older and mature.
I recently began to doodle some more and this came to be. It’s not much but it reminded me of what my dreams were a little girl. Things have changed a lot. I have become more wiser and made more friends other than the moon which is a relief. I’m surprised I even have a drop of my drawing skills after so long. I thought I had reverted back to the stick figures that I overused so many times but apparently not.
Our views on life do vary a lot in a lifetime. Our dreams that we wish to follow alter as well as we mature. Some habits are made, some are broken. We can’t be following the goal made when we were 9. Things have to change in order to improve. It’s only in the right set of mind.