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Life is not a race.

Childhood is the most fun part in a person’s life. This is where we experience a lot of things that we can no longer experience in adulthood. Whenever I look back on my childhood, I often reminisce about when we used to have fights with another kid just because of a sandwich or a crayon. When we become very happy with small amounts of money given by our parents.

As a young girl, I remember the joys of playing Kickball, singing & dancing to pop songs and generally having a laugh. I would fall asleep curled up in bed reading Harry Potter & Matilda every night, believing that magic is real.


I have alot of wonderful childhood memories of spending time with my friends and going to the corner shop to buy paper bags full of penny sweets. Then there were the days we would go to the local swimming pool by coach, singing “Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?”. And then our daily Islamic Studies & Qur’an class at the mosque where we played tig instead. During warmer months, we would beg the teacher to let us water the flowers which would turn into a big water fight. Those were the good times. The good old days.


Reminiscing about those good old days really makes me smile. But it’s pretty crazy that now, we’re all adults who share common problems and responsibilities. We are now on a different chapter of our lives. 

We’re all at different stages of growing up, graduating, getting married, building a career and a family. But I just feel like I’m stuck staring at my rearview mirror rather than getting my life into gear and focusing on the future. I need to remember that there are a lot of new things to discover and better days are still to come.

Do not let your years slip through your fingers by living in the past, nor in the future.
              By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.

Do not dismiss your dreams.
         To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without hope is to be without purpose.

Do not run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been,
         but also where you are going.

Life is not a race,
           but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

And you, how about your childhood? Do you have any favourite memories?

– Atekka xo

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Childhood Dreams

Right now I’m in my second year at uni, happily studying advertising design. In the near future I will be a junior advertising creative. Life is good. You could say I’m living the dream. I am living the dream. However when I was a child, I had lots of other aspirations that withered as I approached adulthood.  Even though things are wonderful in my life, I regret not pursuing some of my other passions.

Childhood dreams are something that every kid has at some point in time. I remember mine all too well. I wanted to be a writer. As I grew up, I read books, lots and lots of books. Words and the English language amazed me. My childhood was spent captivated by the likes of J.K. Rowling, Roald Dhal and J.R R Tolkien. My first favourite book was Matilda; it made me believe that reading numerous books would give me the gift of magic. I’m still patiently waiting for this to happen.

When I completed primary school at the age of 11, they gave us this little notebook “You’re Fantastic: A guide to being your best”. To this day I treasure this book and have it locked away safely . It is full of little nuggets of advice and inspiration. In the back, I wrote down what I wanted to be in the future and it’s written proof that I’ve always wanted to do something creative . Being creative = being happy.

    

The biggest fantasies possible are what those dreams were to me. I remember them fondly now and know that even though they have changed, hints of some of them are still with me each and every day.

Your choices and actions empower you to realize your childhood dreams, even if only a shadow of their former selves.  It is those childhood dreams that have given us a sense of purpose through life and guided our path each step of the way.  Few people may realize how much influence their childhood dreams may have over their lives.  But just like a faithful companion our childhood dreams are with us through our lives, guiding us along the way and setting the bar by which we measure ourselves. (via)

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