Oh, comfort. My life has not been comfortable in some areas lately. I'd rather not go into detail, but trust me on that one. There have been moments where everything comfortable for me has been threatened, has felt destroyed, has been in question. But so far I’ve learned that the times I’ve been most uncomfortable have also been the times I achieved the most growth in my life and in my relationships. Comfort is not something we should seek exclusively. Where is the adventure in that? Where is the becoming-better? If you find the only decisions you’re ever making are comfortable ones, there may be some reevaluating in order.

It’s interesting that I would pick this particular prompt for this particular day in September, some weeks ago when I made the list. Interesting, indeed.

When my sister was one year old, I used to play peek-a-boo with her. We’d both put our hands over our eyes when I said, “Peek!” And when I would say “a-boo,” she would keep her hands over her eyes until I said “a-boo” multiple times in rapid succession. It was the cutest thing.

when the world seemed to be fair

when my universe was around my toys

my childhood was the time when 9i lived in dreams

when everyone was selfless 

when everyone appeared to be a friend

my childhood was the time when my life was full of colours

when sorrows never knocked my door

when smile was gift presented to everyone 

my childhood was the time when love was pure

when there were no obligations

when tenderness prevailed

my childhood was the time which is long gone

tears flow from my eyes when i go back in my childhood

my childhood will never come back but 

the child in me will never go