Growing up is like death. Most are in a hurry to grow up, but when you do all you do is mourn for the past. The past, where you wish you had done things different or didn't take advantage of what you had. The past is dead there's no going back. The best years of you life fall the the petals on a rose, dead. Slowly gliding to the floor one by one until the last petal falls. Live your life while you can. Your only young sor so many years then the rest of your life your stuck while the petals weep, die, and fall.
For some life is cut short and they don't have the chance to grow up. So do the world a favor and live your life while you can, make a difference because sooner or later you wont be able to. Don't be so quick to grow up or be an adult, your younger years are your memories and the life you live. Growing up puts you one step closer to the last petal on the rose.
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