Summer Ends

Fall Break. Winter. Spring

Short respites, but...

Summer,

Then, I could forget that school ever existed.

Summer

a time of play, of fantasy, of art, of childlike joy.

 

But every year, summer seemed to get shorter.

Age eats away the awe.

Awareness scrapes away the ignorance.

I realize the careless days don't last forever.

I hated that.

 

Understadning the temporal nature of childhood was the worst realization I have made.

But it also sew the seeds for the hue shift in my perception.

 

I finished staring at my screen. The run of "Gravity Falls" ended for good. 

But that's why it was so good.

Created with the end in mind, that childhood is precious because it ends, the show became all the more precious and relatable.

 

Instead of despairing about my childhood, 

I seized it.

 

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