I was a lil weirdo as a teenager, my hobbies consumed my life and my every thought. As I grew older, I no longer had time for what I used to love to do—I slowly became what I feared I would become: a responsible adult who did not have time for fun.
When I realised this, I fell into a black hole of reliving my old hobbies, and it’s honestly so freeing. I feel so content, I look forward to going home from work and sitting in bed while I watch the shows I used to binge or read the genre of manga I used to love. It’s a comforting sense of nostalgia, as if that free part of me never died. My mood has lightened and I feel myself being more warm towards others around me, I was surprised at the sheer impact of how simple the pleasures can turn your life around.
Make time for your childhood self, they’re waiting for you to come back home.