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After puberty we get all the disadvantages of adulthood (e.g. having to work/study, having responsibilities, etc.) with almost none of the advantages (e.g. getting a partner, going through life together with others and experiencing something with them). Even if we educate ourselves or work we still remain as perpetual children, maturity in itself cannot be achieved due to the total lack of developmental milestones. While after puberty life becomes a dream for chad, a mostly neutral thing for the dwindling numbers of normies it becomes mostly a hell for us.
The only things I miss were the good moments of childhood in which I didn't have to care for anything and experienced some level of care and not just nothingness. When I just sat in the backseat of the car of my parents and could read whatever book I wanted without paying attention to anything, when I went up on a mountain for the first time in my life and looked down on the seas below, when I walked through the dunes at the Northern sea, when I watched a movie with my childhood friend in 1st grade, as I saw inside a cave for the first time (and encountered Olms as well as many prehistoric animal skeletons in the exposition) or as I saw the Mediterranean for the first real/conscious time. These were the days back then (even though I already had mental problems, spent time in psychiatries/therapies and was bullied). Sadly there was no possibility to freeze these moments and just stay like that forever without even knowing what you even missed out.
Now I rarely experience the magic of the world anymore. But I am still sometimes glad that I didn't rope, like as I discovered a new trail at a lake I visited as a child very often and found an entrance into a mountain path with unmatched beauty, as I found sundew and other carnivores in the moors or as I discovered an alpine maw beneath an alpine dock. In moments like this I still see some value in my life and sometimes even feel joy, if I had roped I would have denied myself that. But the magic of childhood is mostly lost; only rarely shimmers of real hope flicker throguh. Still most of the time my anger/hatred/sadness is fueled by working and direct exposure to society, if I could just go away to the mountains/moors whenever I want my life would be better, this is the only place where I am not constantly plagued by intrusive thoughts and can successfully occupy myself as well making a regression back to a life where things like knowledge about sexuality/romantic love/what you are missing out didn't exist. For me these safe places are the only reason to keep going. I wish aging didn't exist and that my dog/my parents were just frozen in the better times of the early 2000s instead of going through life as we do.
The only things I miss were the good moments of childhood in which I didn't have to care for anything and experienced some level of care and not just nothingness. When I just sat in the backseat of the car of my parents and could read whatever book I wanted without paying attention to anything, when I went up on a mountain for the first time in my life and looked down on the seas below, when I walked through the dunes at the Northern sea, when I watched a movie with my childhood friend in 1st grade, as I saw inside a cave for the first time (and encountered Olms as well as many prehistoric animal skeletons in the exposition) or as I saw the Mediterranean for the first real/conscious time. These were the days back then (even though I already had mental problems, spent time in psychiatries/therapies and was bullied). Sadly there was no possibility to freeze these moments and just stay like that forever without even knowing what you even missed out.
Now I rarely experience the magic of the world anymore. But I am still sometimes glad that I didn't rope, like as I discovered a new trail at a lake I visited as a child very often and found an entrance into a mountain path with unmatched beauty, as I found sundew and other carnivores in the moors or as I discovered an alpine maw beneath an alpine dock. In moments like this I still see some value in my life and sometimes even feel joy, if I had roped I would have denied myself that. But the magic of childhood is mostly lost; only rarely shimmers of real hope flicker throguh. Still most of the time my anger/hatred/sadness is fueled by working and direct exposure to society, if I could just go away to the mountains/moors whenever I want my life would be better, this is the only place where I am not constantly plagued by intrusive thoughts and can successfully occupy myself as well making a regression back to a life where things like knowledge about sexuality/romantic love/what you are missing out didn't exist. For me these safe places are the only reason to keep going. I wish aging didn't exist and that my dog/my parents were just frozen in the better times of the early 2000s instead of going through life as we do.