Everything was so easy, just as easy as a sunday morning when I was a kid.
No
confusions, no heartbreaks, no responsibilities. Only thing I was
afraid of was the dog at the backyard and only dream that I had was to
be a famous footballer.

I was facing my biggest fear every
time my ball was boucing to back yard and I was achiving my only
biggest dream everytime I was stepping on grasses.
Everything was just perfect...

I was brave enough to face my fears for chasing my dream.

I was, I guess, brave...

Now everything is different. My fears get bigger and my courage nearly diminshed. My dreams are now makes more sense; which is not good for a dream. Even if I have enough power to follow them, I don't have the will that strong.

They
thought something called responsibilty and took that kid away from me.
I would give all of my salaries just for one more match with my
childhood friends. Where I was the biggest player in the world, winning
the world's greatest thropy at the end.

My knees don't have
any scars on them for years. What does that mean? How can that be
possible. I am missing those scars. They were the proof that I was
having fun.

I can't belive this... I tried to write down my
dream 11 on a piece of paper in office few minutes ago, I wanted to see
if I am gonna have the same fun as much as I had when I did on a maths
exam in high school. It was nothing close.

I am getting old.
Not the age maybe but the soul. I have to break this chains. I don't
like the person I am becoming. He doesn't having so much fun as he used
to...

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Does anyone remember the times when we were kids and Pluto was a planet?

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