I went to sleep with a barbie doll in one hand and woke up to a crusade of people glancing at that hand to see if there was something on the ring finger or at the very least a hint towards one
I went to sleep in a Cinderella dress dreaming I’m in a field chasing butterflies and woke up in a pair of heels chasing after money and job promotions in long lonely office corridors
Who is in charge of this highway called growing up I wonder,
For it feels like the driving speeds are a tad too high
Is it possible to slow them down?
Keep on with the journey and still maintain the child like awe that I first had?
The innocence engraved within that gave me permission
To love freely,
And speak honestly?
Is it possible to drive through this highway and enjoy every moment of it without getting sucked in the roundabout called paper chasing that sucks away the wonder of life and turns time and fellow humans into opportunities to make just a little more?
Is it possible to grow up but still be carefree?
Grow up but still stop to smell the flowers and tango to the music?
Grow up, get that paper but not be mastered by its presence or lack thereof?
Is it possible to live free of pressure from people’s expectations
And like a child looks to the hand of its mother
Remain looking to the hands of My precious heavenly Father for every step of life, including how to get that paper, His way?
Instead of stepping on the accelerator so I can keep up with my peers, can I simply take a walk with Him on this road He knows inside out and let Him lead me to all He already predestined for me?
Is it possible to slow down the speed on this highway and just breathe?
For at this rate, I’m afraid I just might crash
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