What’s toy story about anyhow? On multiple occasions I have tried to watch this “classic” but each time, I meet with utter failure. I just can’t sit long enough to understand what’s going on. Hmm, maybe its the adult in me that’s telling me its too late to try to be a kid (shrugs shoulders).
The idea of growing up when I was much younger was one I took delight in dreaming about. Nowadays, I sit and wonder who in their right mind wants to grow up? Why would anyone want to deal with responsibilities?
Constantly thinking of Bills, Work, Marriage more bills, School, bills, groceries, oh and did I mention BILLS? Its exhausting. I looked in the mirror not to long ago and found my first gray hair. And I remembered thinking “this cannot be happening to me right now”. In Nigeria, people say gray hair is a sign of wisdom or intelligence or something of that nature but right now I just fell old. Where are the days when my biggest problem was having to endure the long drive to boarding school where all of my basic needs were taken care of?
Now one worries about everything under the sun. Oh, if time could be still but for one moment, that I might enjoy it. But who am I kidding, time and tide wait for no man.
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