Growing Up

Just packed my wardrobe.Outgrown quite alot of clothes!Learnt to 'let go' of certain attachments and got rid of redundant clothes i do not need anymore.And it was then i got reminded of what memories i would wanna carry into my grave; those that make up who i am and mark significant moments in my life.Perhaps its another reminder of a calling, of a certain lost dream, certain forgotten mission..
Time and reality bites drained away who we used to be..who we wana become..Can we fight these? Can we wake up the child in us and bring it back? Maybe.