on growth.

I think people are so caught up in this world we think we're a part of, they forget that sometimes all it takes is a good friend and honest thoughts to find everything they've been missing. the difference between childhood and adulthood, the thing that everyone says they miss, it isn't the innocence, it isn't not worrying:
it's being able to find joy in the littlest things. we forget what it feels like to take our shoes off and walk in mud, just because we can. we view everything as a job. and forget how sometimes, we can be open. we can make mud pies and dip our hands in bags of grain. we can still find breathtaking moments.
we just have to stop, just for one single day, and reach for it.