When I was younger, I remember sitting by the window inside my mother's room at the far end of our old home's second floor hall - daydreaming about the wonderful unknown my future holds. I was so sure that my life would be a happier version of my life then; I looked forward to the days when I would have finished school, start my career as a professional and help make my family's life become better.
I'd get butterflies in my stomach as colored images of me living my dreams pop inside my head. I remember I could easily waste away an entire afternoon just reveling on this wonderful feeling of anticipation that I am looking forward to something great.
Today, a full grown woman who has indeed, graduated and took on a respectable career, I look back to those young and innocent days when I still had the luxury to look forward to something with optimism; when time was not a constraint, not a weapon that can rear its ugly head against me.
I long for the times when I can see my dreams come alive in vibrant colors in my mind.
