Growing up

I am the root into the earth here is the flower into the sky

 

When child the adults had long conversations. Children weren’t allowed in those meetings so we had to play or just simply go to another place.

Now, when adult, I have long conversations with family, clients or colleagues, they can last more than one hour, sometimes half a day.

Honestly: they are really boring lol. with family and colleagues most of time the issues are gossips about people I barely remember or care, and with clients it’s more the need to talk to someone about intimate details that has no much meaning to me, so I guess that to they I am a comfortable ear not partial to their antagonists. I miss the childhood silence. Sure, I know that posting is a way to be too loud.I try to post something shorter or something worthy.

Growing up is about win special things, but also it’s about lose some others, because that I always thought and think that seventeen is the perfect age.

2 thoughts on “Growing up

  1. we have plenty of it in France and we call it:”l’herbe de la pampa” = grass from the pampa… :) muchas gracias for your constant visits to my playground, my very best and have a positive week! con amistad, Mélanie

    1. Here we call it “ichu”. It’s a pleasure to read you, in English and French :-), have a nice week too, Mélanie. Thanks for the kindness.

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