Hugging the Child Within

I miss the time when our only problem was whether we’d get home before dark.

When happiness was just a game of teks, a few marbles, or an ice candy

in the afternoon. I miss the laughter that was real— no filters, no pressure,

nothing to prove. Back then, an ordinary day was already enough. Now,

we have everything we need, yet we’re short on rest. Full of dreams,

but completely exhausted. I miss being a child— you cry for a moment, then go back to playing.

If only we could return, even just for a while… to hug the child

you once were and say: “Thank you, because even though I’m tired now,