
We move to bigger cities for jobs and we merely just move. We continue to live in the setup of our little town where a play is on of our past days. And in these plays, we have a role, of an earlier version of ourselves which, in retrospect, is a role we’ve come to like more and more. I am a small town boy and I have moved out of my small town to a big city with big promises. I have tried to don the city vibe on myself but I am unable to fully accept it. It isnt me. I might be enlightened. I might be a lot smarter than 85% of the country’s population. But I can never become a city kid.
I miss the real connection I had with the earth back in my rustic town. I miss the long walks in the woods I took with my best friends. I miss the clean air and the sweet water that I used drink right from wild flowing streams. I miss my friends and childish talks. I miss the nights and the stars that I could count. I miss the comfortable bed which eased my pain and put me to sleep almost every night. I miss my loving mother and her simple meals. Yes, I am homesick but it seems, I will be homesick forever. Because I could very well return to my town. But I can never return to my childhood.
It is as if we want to admire the tip of our shadows as the sun begins to set on our carefree day.