Back to basics.

These are the times you don't feel good about yourself, but you still feel good. That you realise there is a good feeling that can take you past your inequities and weaknesses and seemingly endless mistakes. That you do not let fear of tomorrow or what you might forget when you make your way into Monday rest in any bit of your being. That you want to sleep and are about to, but you cannot afford not to record the moment. That you swim into your head full of memories, and you do not try to filter them. Because everything is perfectly nice and sweet.

Back then, you see, you were innocent. The world could not lay a finger on you, she could hardly fit you in her fist. She could not flash anything that would glimmer in front of your eyes, she could not spell out your resistance. She could not make people too attractive for you, she could not hold back your tears. She could not stop you from growing, she could not take you away.

Back then, you remember, you were good. You woke up early and treasured time. You knew what to do and did what was right. You embraced everyday with gladness and shone with the sun. You did not know comparison or goals or expectations. You beat struggles and shrugged off what wrong you found. You knew only how to strive. What you knew, you always did.

Back then, you knew your dreams. You had them kept at the back of you head, perfectly, carefully written. Or carved. Into your plans. Into every detail of your everyday. You had them right before your eyes. When you saw past through something big you saw them in the horizon. And they seemed far, but you knew you'd get to where they were. Because you were making your way. Because you did not lose momentum. Because you did not take your heart and eyes off them. Because, above all, you knew who you'd give them to when you get to have them in your hands. And whose approval you sought throughout your way.

And there is more than hope in your heart. More than confidence. More than joy. Because you know you can still be who you were.