Every age has its own sweet poignancy.
A child — innocence and no concept of time, or money.
An adolescent— dreams.
An adult — you may be reconciled (or not) to what you have achieved in life.
I wish Adam and Eve had not touched the forbidden tree. I wouldn’t be here, and going through the life I have to live through.
I am still a child at heart. Most things dear to me are the same. I carry a part of my adolescent years. When I am stressed with worry, I dream of my worries being over.
I have found that some people never grow up mentally (their bodies do). They learn to cover up, but they remain childish in their tantrums and dislikes. I am glad I am not one of them.
I remain a child at heart, an adult dreaming on, with no wish for forever living.
Daily Prompt: Golden Age
If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?