Growing Up

This was a dream I had in high school.

The hotel is massive. The lobby has an open layout with a pool right in the center.
Sara and Chelsea are here. Their shoulders are sagging with bereavement.
I jump into the pool to cheer them up. Their lips barely even twitch.
Why are they so grief stricken?
Before I know it, there's a gun in my hand.
Sara and Chelsea are gone, and so is the pool. I'm strolling through corridors and passing many doors. My eyes shift left and right.
Finally, I spot another person. As I see her face, my breath shortens.
She is me. Her hair, eyes, and expression, this girl doesn't just look like me, she is me. But that's impossible. I AM ME. I am the only one who is me!
My arm extends slowly.
The girl's eyes widen as she takes a step back. Her fear reflects my fear.
I squeeze the trigger and kill myself.
There's blood on the floor, surrounding her lifeless body. I walk over. Seeing myself dead on the floor makes my whole body shake.
What have I done?
I settle on a room to lay down in. The room is not luxurious. It is like a cubical. There is an office chair and a tiny window overlooking the outside.
I sink into the chair and look out the window. Suddenly, the seasons change.
I watch for weeks; the sun rises and falls. Then I watch for years. It's strange how quickly time passes as I do the same routine day in and day out.
I don't change. I cry as it finally hits me: I am the imposter. I am the fake. I killed that young girl full of expectations for life.
She was more alive than I will ever be. I am older, but I have stayed the same. I am hollow, a computer, and I can never be what that beautiful girl once was.

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[Abraham George]

There is a time that everyone changed their life. While we are kids we play and enjoy our life. but at one stage we need to adopt the change, we need to work hard even we don't like the job that we are doing, but for the survival we need to. That time we will loose our best friends, our lovely days, and the child inside us.

After a long time we will regret for loosing all those. we will regret to be mechanical. Most of our life time we were boring and mechanical and doing a job for our survival that job we hate.

We will wish to be the child which we were before who see beautiful things in the world and enjoy every moment. Now we hate us that we can't find happiness.

Truth about a normal person's life.


I don't know my interpretation is fine or not.