”You’re to kind for this world” is an expression I have heard a lot during my life. Lately I have giving this more thought. People being to kind, people being to nice or people being to friendly. Is society gone down so hill that these acts of love are portraited as weakness?

This will be maybe the most shallow post I’ll be writing here. Spending so much time in thinking of doing something about your appearance. You go over every reasons why you should do it. And what’s holding you back of going with it. I want the decisions I made in life (even though the smallest things) to have power behind them. To make sure I don’t regret it. And the smallest and least important decision I’m pacing feet is to cut my hair.

My mom came into my room on a late Thursday evening. ”I just got a call from my brother. We think that grandpa has passed away.” I was warned about this a couple weeks ago. He wasn’t doing so well lately and he often said; I don’t feel like it anymore. My mom raced to my grandpa’s home and I sat in silence in my room for at least an hour. Eventually realizing I didn’t only lost my grandpa. I lost something more.

”Its hard to understand what you mean, because a chat has no emotions.” I often have to use these words to make sure I don’t land myself into a miscommunication with a friend or family. Facebook is such a blessing to keep in touch with people you care about but don’t see that often, but can be a downfall for your relationships as well. Lately, I’ve started to have some good conversations with a co-worker of mine and I couldn’t help but compare our texts to our face-to-face interaction.

People are growing up faster with the day. Girls at age twelve who already started to wear make up. Boys who are posting abbs pictures on Instagram. Maybe its my generation but I’ve always stayed young. However, lately I felt myself growing older.