Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.
It was not obvious when I was living those beautiful years of my life, but it is obvious now. All those days were precious and full of life. My childhood and youth were filled with magical experiences.
If I look at my life in terms of the days spent and the things I did, I may recall many stressful and fearful events, along with moments lost to overthinking and procrastination. But when I step back and paint the bigger picture, I see a colorful life filled with a blend of happy, sad, joyful, boring, scary, and proud moments.
When I look back I see my family, friends, enemies, all playing their part in shaping me and making me the person I am today.
I do not think there was ever a phase that was difficult to say goodbye to, but I know that each of those phases was beautiful and made me feel alive. I miss those days of my life, especially when I am alone and not occupied with my present struggles and achievements.
But I think that there was one part of my life that I underestimated back then, and it was the most special of all. When I was a child, free from responsibilities, close to my parents, pampered by my father and mother — that was the time I should have lived more fully. There was no need to worry about school marks or homework. I should have simply enjoyed being a child.
But how can we ever know we are in the most precious phase while we are living it?
Still, no regrets. It was spectacular in its own beautiful way.
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