It saddens me to think about how much I have grown. Yeah, sure, maturing, aging, growing older, becoming more worldly, and definitely wiser. But with age also came many other agents which created and morphed me into me. Less innocence and more complication. I sometimes naively wish to return to a younger self. An innocent, simple, and even ignorant self.

Because with age, I realise just how cruel and harsh the real world can be. How ugly humankind has become. And just how selfish and immoral we sometimes are.