Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a girl who had always deemed herself to be independent, daring and impulsive. She does things that just pop up in her head. She used to follow her heart without fearing the consequences. That was until growing up happened. She grew up from the little girl who does everything and anything she wishes to to become a teen that fear of everything. She no longer follow her heart anymore instead she let reasons and rational gets the better of her. She still dreams of freedom of course but a dream will always be somewhat a dream, no? She is afraid of whom she is turning to be but she’s more terrified of coming out of her comfort zone. She is afraid that life will pass her by and yet she’s terrified of leaping into life as it is. She is afraid of so many things nowadays but what she feared the most is what if she will never ever be who she was anymore even if she tried. Then what? Is this what growing up is, she mused. If it is then she wishes she never did grow up. She wishes she was still the little girl of five who dared to do anything she wishes to. Someone wise once told her that "you can still be who you were if you would just let go and live life as it is." Can she? Will she really be able to let go of all the insecurities of life and just live? This is not a fairytale instead this is just a tale of an ordinary girl who is afraid to live her life. A life that has ended the moment she grew up.