They Were Being Young At That Age

They were all once young, at a time when gazing at the blue sky was an unparalleled blessing. The moments of play and laughter were the simplest things to do; carefree, liberated, and no barriers in sight for anyone.

The world throughout their eyes is truly enjoyable; a part of the process that they created so many memories to be cherished in the future. In their times, they never thought about growing old, because growing old was hell for everyone. It forced, counted, and pushed with all its might on everyone.

Being young was enjoyable; it was so enjoyable that no sorrow was ever felt as heavy. Youth is a remedy for all times; About sharing stories, accompanied by two glasses of sweet, iced tea at a roadside stall with the noisy sounds of passing vehicles, the football match blaring from the nearby TV, and some friends of the same age; sometimes reading bunch of books and journals.

About purchasing memories with everything that cannot be exchanged for anything else: time, people, places, and an atmosphere that will never be the same as before. So, they are blessed be enjoyable in our time as young, surrounded by pleasant peers, without worry about the sometimes-suffocating future.

In the end, there's no time like the youth they spent to free theirselves from all constraints and simply think about staying happy and moving forward.

Could that moment come back? Could they feel as same as when they are still that age when in the university life with bunch of laughing and cherishes?