Dumbstruck

And with one little thought, it hit me.

Whatever happened to the boy who once dreamed of owning an Olympic sized pool filled with nothing but plastic balls? Whatever happened to the boy who constantly rants and complains about not getting the issue of his favorite magazine? Whatever happened to the nerdy little lad who's too eager to finish all the books in his Encyclopedia set? I remember seeing him picking up two giant buckets of Lego and pouring them on his puzzle mats, ready for another creative session with tiny blocks. Where is this creative boy who slacks most of his days with doing artsy things he learned after watching Art Shows on his favorite kid's channel? He's been lost for quite some time now. The memory of him playing his Game boy console is still as fresh as the dews of some mornings of December. Old photographs can be seen with him opening a large present for his seventh revolution from the sun, as if it was pure heaven in sight for him. He used to believe that everything will fall into their down right places just like his blocks of Lego. He used to live a life awfully different from where he is now. He used to have a simple life. He used to be just one rascal amongst the other children in scarlet shorts. He used to enjoy what he has, but later demands for a little more-typical of a child. He used to think that life is merely a series of things that will pass him by. He was never careful, never a hesitant bud, he was never silent. He dreamed of things quite childish but stands to its grounds until the very end. But now he misses what he was. Now he can't be what he was.

But things are not supposed to remain to what they were. Things, as well as life is a constant revolution. I realize now where that poor boy could be. He didn't leave, nor stray. He just grew. And that's how nature makes you better. If not better, then at least new. Now he sees, it wasn't so bad after all. He changed.