As a child, Christmas was a time of magic and wonder. The cool, dry harmattan wind on my skin, the sound of
giggling kids tossing knockouts in the background, and the carols that hit deep like Santa Claus was really
coming to town. But now, as an adult, I struggle to feel the same excitement and joy. The worries of failing,
money, and the stars not aligning weigh heavy on my mind and make it difficult to feel present in the moment.
I miss the carefree days of childhood when time seemed to slow down and my worries fade into the
background. I long for the fullness of life that comes from being present in the moment and living without fear
or anxiety. But as I grow older, I realize that it’s not always easy to feel that way again. The conditions don’t
always feel right, and something always seems to be missing, like a symphony with its final note.
Is this just how adulthood is supposed to feel? Empty and always one key ingredient away from perfection?
Am I supposed to mature and accept this as my new reality? I don’t think so. I believe that the best way to live
as an adult is to do things that make you feel the same elation and excitement you once felt as a child. I may
not have figured out exactly what those things are yet, but for now, I’ll go around smiling and pretending that
Christmas feels great, so I don’t ruin the experience for the people I love.
