Being an adult is responsibility, plans, a constant race for dreams. And when you're a child, everything is simpler: the wind in your hair, cotton candy on a holiday and endless laughter. Why do we forget this when we become adults?
Sometimes I allow myself to be naive. For example, I buy a pink balloon just like that or dance in the kitchen to my favorite song. It takes me back to those times when there were no worries and anxieties.
It would seem, what's so special about this? But it is these moments that help me not to lose myself in the adult world. Allowing myself to be a child sometimes is to preserve a piece of my soul that never ages.