A few minutes ago, I was wearing a headset and listening to Mrs. Taxi of Girls' Generation, rushing on the street in order to catch the early bus.
A few minutes later, I was sitting on the single seat of the minibus, panting lightly, and I successfully caught up.
I replaced the earphone music with a gentle slow song, and slowly looked up to see the street outside the window.
The street is nothing special, it is the scenery that I face when I go to school by car every day.
Speaking of which, I also looked at this landscape for about four years.
I am also in Form Five (High School) this year.
From the little girl who was still crying after being bullied in elementary school, I became an absolute zero-degree snow girl who didn't cry and laugh and emit a low-pressure magnetic field after rising to elementary school. Until now, this one will come from my heart and laugh Girl.
Suddenly I realized that I had grown up a lot.
The scenery outside the window kept going backwards as the car moved.
It flashes like time, and it doesn't repeat itself.
What was missed in the last second of time and space was washed away with the torrent of time like a toilet flush.
In these ten years (don't think too much, I'm only 1_years old!), I keep missing various things.
As a child, I missed the opportunity to learn to make friends.
When I was in elementary school, I missed the opportunity to enjoy a happy childhood.
When I was in middle school, I missed the opportunity of rebellion.
I missed the opportunity to make a decision when I was in the middle and front subjects.
The first time was because of me ... I don't know, anyway, it was because of missing this time that made me grow up alone;
The second and third misses made me unable to grasp the right time willfulness. When others rebelled and enjoyed the privilege of childhood wildness, I was studying hard.
Now that everyone else is seriously preparing for the public exam one year later, I willfully want to go back to those opportunities of rebellion that I missed many years ago.
The last miss was the only thing I regretted in my life.
Back then, if I could be more determined, think more comprehensively, and make up my mind earlier, maybe now I ... would be different?
If I had decided to be a writer earlier, I would not have chosen the visual arts. Now I can spend more time on writing instead of being blocked by this subject which is not my intention at all.
I hate that I can't always hold everything at the right time.
I hate that I always miss everything.