Innocence.

Is a beautiful thing. The one thing we all look to for comfort, safety. I realise as I get older that younger people don't realise it's beauty and older people hold to it dearly. But why though? It's something I don't understand. If I'm growing up I'd like to age gracefully. There's nothing lost in this journey called life. At one point in time we are something or rather someone. But that someone is constantly changing. It never stops. As a 20 year old would you really want to be 7 again? When when you were 7 life had its fair share of beauty and struggles but you made it through and now you're 20! And at 20 life has its fair share of beauty and struggles too but just of a different kind. Now isn't that something. I know I wouldn't want to go back to 7. I enjoy too much being where I'm at, in all its beauty and struggle. It's perfect! How all of life comes together :) *perhaps being the optimist here :)*

It's in the Bible where God says not to live in the past *Isaiah 43:18-19*, not to worry about the future *Matthew 6:34*,  and to live in the present! And to be glad on top of that! *Psalm 118:24*

I'm not saying that things always go smooth sailing. But rather I'm just saying that there's beauty in each day. We look to the younger ones cause there's something precious in that but do we forget the older ones have much wisdom to learn from. Each individual, young or old are beautiful in a very special way. And I know that because to God each life is valuable. But here I go off topic here.

Innocence. It's precious. But inevitably we all grow up. Then what kind of individual would you want to become? Well, when I'm 60, I know I'm gonna be rocking it out in a red coloured polka dotted dress being the coolest kickass grandma alive going on dates with my husband *if he's still alive* and enjoying our grandkids :)

To life! xox

Love,
Mary

Australia.

I miss the days I took the bus to the beach. Or walking to uni, a 25 minute walk with a gorgeous view of River Derwent. Or spending time with my friends, some whom I couldnt really get to know because of past social anxiety. I miss the little daisies on the ground and the beautiful skies. I miss the people. Or playing piano in the halls. I miss my classes and a friend's addiction to mochas on cold mornings. I miss a lot. I hold these dear to me, these beautiful things. Cherished memories that wont fade away *in a good way*.