
But now, with so much more awareness in my surroundings, I rarely appreciate the beauty of little things like rain. As a child, a lot of details fascinated me: the way nature unfolds itself, the seasons, the clockwork of matter and things unexplainable. As I became an adult, everything else that has nothing to do with me became invisible. I no longer question how things work. Instead, I am constantly trying to improve myself in the rich, yet complex, society we must grow to be a part in. The things I do is almost always associated with the question: "How would this benefit me?"
Sometimes, I wish that I could be a child again. A kid with a carefree attitude, an unselfish way of thinking, and very innocent about the chilling world he lives in. Complexity is something that gives me headaches and is a reminder that you are no longer young and sooner or later, you must fend for yourself.
Rainy days does indeed give a melancholy type of feeling. It gives the world a very lonely and depressing existence especially when it is accompanied by thick, dark clouds. But through the mind of my early youth, all I would be thinking about is what rain would taste like when mixed with a warm, chocolaty batch of champorado.
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