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In some cases, so is the thought of the future. In some cases, it's extremely comforting to have the thought of leaving someone bad behind. But others it's extremely saddening to think that you're going to lose someone amazing one day
@@piccolo748 The future can also be scary and worrying. You may not know what to do, or maybe you'll be unable to do what you need to do even if you know. This is a fear of mine, I fear the future will not be friendly. I already don't know what to do and I don't see it really getting any more clear. I can form a happy thought of the future in my mind, I feel happiness for a split second, but it fades when I realize it's just a thought, one that likely will not come to be.
Now I'm almost 12. I started not wanting to grow up at age 9. I knew by time, you lost your innocense and you would watch your friends go away because you had to move to another house(at least for me). I understood that people won't see you as "the little sweet naive child" anymore. I still want to be 8 again.
@@fakename3440 yea and I'm 24, I miss being 12 sometimes. The best thing you can do is dont look back, live your life now I'm a way that makes you happy. Enjoy it
When I was younger I'd put my arms in my shirt and told people I lost my arms. I would sleep with all the stuffed animals so none of them would get offended. I had that one pen with 6 colours, and tried to push all the buttons at once. I poured my soda into a cup and acting like I was taking shots. I would wait behind a door to scare someone, but soon leave because they were taking too long or I had to pee. I would fake being asleep, so my parent would carry me to bed. I used to think that the moon followed my car. I would watch those two drops of rain roll down the window and pretend it was a race. I used to swallow fruit seeds and get scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy. Remember when we were kids and couldn't wait to grow up? What were we thinking?
I had four breakups, and you know what that means? Four times I believed in love. You see, I used to get off my bed, put on my slippers and walk to the window at 5am and watch the sun getting lighter and lighter. The moon floating down and rest for the day, and see the sun come out. I used to watch two water drops on my window and see them soon join each other and become one full water drop. I would look at the DVD logo bounce around the screen until it hit the corner. kids won't cherish the moments of being a kid. When you're an adult, you'd wish you were a kid once again.
Today is the happiest day in my life. A girl I was interested in shared this song to me. 6 hours later, while enjoying this song thinking about her, I finally took the opportunity to ask her out, and to my surprise, she responded to my feelings. I've never been so happy before, and I'm sure only good thing will happen from now on. Yesterday, this song was unknown to me, but now it represents the start of my new life, which I hope will last until my last day. Thank you for this masterpiece, and I wish all of you guys an amazing day and night! :)
Well I didn't expect I would be commenting this early here, but ... I'm sad now. I'm so sad I can't bear it. Why must life be so harsh to me? Is it a sin to love someone? Does religion really have to destroy the sprout of our relationship? :( As u could've guess, we decided to break up. Not because of the present, but because we would only have go go through so much pain even if we decided to marry. I am not a religious person, nor do I have any bad thought about them, but ... This is the first time I wish to be with someone, yet it had to be painful for the both of us. This is my story, I appreciate anyone who read the whole thing, and I wish u a happy new year whenever u are and whatever ur beliefs are :)
@@Vampenji1012 heeeey, just because yer relationship did not go well, ye never have the right to trash-talk religion. Religion did not destroy yer relationship, if ye can't unite with that girl, then ye guys aren't destined to unite. How old are ye even to marry???
@@eoinokelly3080 trve :) People are so fast in their feelings, ye know. At one second they assume they are the happiest person on Earth, and after a moment, they become the saddest. Extreme feeling are almost always bad. Can't ssay the same fer the pleasure of sexuality though.
"When we were children, we dream of becoming an adult. Now as an adult, we dream of ones again becoming those children we were long ago. Yet we fail to recognice this child is still part of us, deep down in our heart and soul."
That's because when we are children we imagined a life where we could stay up as late as we'd want to and be sorrounded by friends but when people are adults they find no time for sleep and all the friends are gone from childhood. I'm a teen still and yet I wish I were a child.
This gives me memories I don’t have. This gives me feelings of relief I’ve never felt. This gives me words I’ve never said. This gives thoughts of dreams I’ve never seen. *This is making me remember the times I was young.*
When No one is around, I just open up my laptop, turn this type of music on, and just sit back with my eyes closed. And I just... Imagine. Even if you are an adult, you can still have your imagination.
She woke up. "Mama? Papa?" Tears flooded her eyes as she realized: it had been a dream. She was never seeing them again. "Auntie?" she asked, tiptoeing through the house. Auntie was nowhere to be seen. She began to feel very alone. No friends, no parents, no hope. It was all over for her, wasn't it? Then it happened. "Hello." She turned. "Mr. Longears?" she asked in wonder. "But aren't you a stuffed rabbit?" He nodded solemnly. "I'm here to take you to Dreamland. It will all be okay. Just follow me."
@@Everyonewastakenwastaken what if she just went to another world like in coraline? but instead of another family she went into a world where toys are alive
The irony is that the name of the song, "nostalgic", is reflective of memories of childhood itself. Everyone only remembers the good parts, but not everything was perfect when we were kids. And the price of gaining some things as an adult means putting away some of the things from when we were kids. I try to think of it that I had my time as a child. Now's my time to be an adult. I should enjoy the moment before it's my time to be an old man.
Actually I remember only bad parts, my memories of my childhood are embedded in dark. I try to remember good parts but I cant. However even though I cant remember good memories I am sure there were good memories.
i remember a lot of bad parts too, but i had a much more innocent view of the world and i didn't fully understand them so things didn't seem as bad as they were. but you're right, we tend to romanticize memories and think they were a lot better then they were
Don't say you "should", it will create stress to enjoy. Let it just flow even if it's not that great, focus on feeling and being in the moment. One of the greatest things I've learned this month. We are in a hurry to enjoy before it's too late in case we miss on good times, which ironically creates the opposite.
That's an excellent point, and there is joy to be found and treasured at every age, but don't say we don't remember the sad times as well as the glad. It's simply a matter of choosing to focus on the happy. I remember fights with my sister, being left behind on the driveway as she went off to make friends without me. I remember leaving houses I loved and not being able ro say goodbye to friends I would never see again. I remember my brothers leaving home one by one. I remember coming home one day and learning my cat was gone and was never coming back. They told me she'd been given away. She was dead. I remember skipping into the kitchen to ask Mom when we could visit our cousins and she said after Grandma's funeral. I remember how that news hit and how I collapsed on her bed and cried. I remember the moments that had me backed into the corner of my bunk, my battered stuffed Pink Panther to my chest, but I do not dwell on them. There's a difference.
I feel as if I’m more scared of growing up than I am of dying... edit: Thank you all for your replies! It means a lot to me. Since last year, when I made this comment, I have been thinking a lot about life and such. Because of some personal thinking and some of you guys replies, I came to the conclusion that I am not scared of growing up, rather, I am scared of losing the person I am now. I am scared of losing the memories, or not living up to expectations, or losing important people in my life. And I have learned that it's okay to be afraid. It normal to wonder what will happen in our futures. The best advice that I can give to you all reading this is to just live. Enjoy everything as it comes. Becoming older is not something your can stop nor slow down, it's a part of life. You will always find happiness, no matter how old you are. You will always make more memories. There are so many wonderful things that you have not yet experienced. So many amazing memories that you have not yet made. So many wonderful people you have not yet met. This does not mean you will forget your past. Your past has shaped you into the person you are now. My point is: It's okay to be nervous about your future , we all are. Just remember to enjoy life for how it comes. It's okay to be sad about the past, but don't let it control you. You have gone through so much. I may never meet the person reading this, but I just want to say I believe in you. You'll do great. :)
For me it’s not growing older but the memories that will fade overtime and the people that were so important at the time but now they are nothing but a faint memory
I'm getting nostalgia from the pic. It reminds me of sleeping at Grandma's house. Sadly today is her birthday. She passed on around this time last year. I miss you Grandma!
The scariest thing isn't death. It is forgeting. The good old times when you did all those silly things. When you made your first friend. So, celebrate the memories. Celebrate the past until your memories and life stories fade from this world. Until you yourself die and fade from the memories of others.
Isn't the forgetting part a good thing too? I mean, every moment you hate will be forgotten, that time you accidently insult your mom, that time you're angryat your dad, those time where got in the fight with your friend. They will be all gone. Faded away Do what you want, in the end they'll fade away
@@wooden49 i dont think so, because you are made of your memories. Your experiences, your past, it's all memories. If you forget, you forget who you are. If you forget your mistakes, you forget your experiences. That is why having memory loss is so scary, you are literally forgeting *who you are* .
@@MoonV9 It is inevitable. You'll forgot your memories eventually, just like you can't stop marching of times that pull us toward inevitable death. Instead of be afraid, accept that you won't get to remember everything. And new 'you' will constantly be born due to new memories entering your brain anyways. This isn't your first rodeo nor is it your old 'you'. Concept of 'you' is just sustainable pattern that keep on changing in this big universe The human brain is evolved to deal with absolute right and wrong. So the fuzzy boarder that make up universe is hard to think
I still missing my brothers and sisters in Sirius, we came as a rescue team for our own beings but fall into an ambush by the empire, now we trap in here together now, I don’t want to remember it if I am the commander who leader my team to doom, as the memory washing device still active, none of us are safe without a suitable shell to hide. Ha ha and I don’t even know if those ancient memories are trustworthy.
The scariest thing is indeed death. The memories they will be deep down in your hearts. The people with whom you made those memories you can again visit them and talk about the old times. But Death Death is something which takes the person away from you. You cannot visit the good old times with your person. You cannot speak with them again. You cannot laugh with them again. All you are left with is their memories which only you know.
One of the most crushing feelings I've ever felt was when I realized I've forgotten my childhood. Just a few snippets remain. A moment here, a moment there, separated by years that are completely lost to me. Mere hints of a simpler, happier time. One I'm not even allowed to cherish the memory of.
I have a feeling that every moment in your life, every memory lost, every cherished thought forgotten, they all come back to you in the end one way or another. I'm probably wrong but I'm sticking with it. For my dog.
I'm just like you and it's making me mad and afraid and sad. I can't remember but I want to, I feel something nostalgic, I know there were better days than now I'm longing about them but I can't remember them. Mere hints of a simpler, happier time that I can't remember. (Sorry for my English)
No I'm still a kid but I will hold on to this the best I can, I want to make new memories......but I don't want my memories of the old to be forgotten because my memories make me. . . . . Me
Once we were dreamers Little artists hid within our inner eye And painted images no one remembers Horned horses and little winged people littered our mindscape A canvas in the backs of our eyes filled with vivid colors and imagination untamed Once we were dreamers Our little hearts filled with joy and wonder, we could not be understood by those that grew older but we did not care, for within our minds we were kings and queens, we were knights and sorcerers who shaped the world with our minds, built armies with wooden soldiers and conquered dragons with naught but our magic words Once we were dreamers We held treasures vast and uncountable, intangible but real in our eyes, gold bright as the sun, diamonds that shone like distant stars and silver glistening like the moon, how bright our treasures were, our precious dreams Once we were dreamers But the world looked down upon that They saw our unicorns and little fairies and claimed they were fantasy They stole away our wooden soldiers and did away with hopes of dragon slaying For one could not slay what never was They took our hopes and dreams and left us responsibility and boredom Once we were dreamers But the world told us that dreams could never be And so we ceased to dream
El sueño nunca muere , Nosotros somos sueños y la vida es mentira, La muerte es la única verdad, Nuestro destino nuestra esposas, La gente nuestras cadenas, El tiempo nuestro asesino Y el sueño es nuestra libertad, Nuestro escape hacia otros mundos porque algunos odiamos nuestra vida y esta loca irrealidad. todo este mundo Es falso y corrupto como yo. Nosotros somos nuestros demonios y nuestras propias cárceles condenadas al vacío mientras nos devora el tiempo. un dia fuimos soñadores,
I'm an adult now, but I've managed to still keep the wonder that my grandpa passed down to me. Piece of advice: be amazed at all of Creation! The veins of a leaf, the hidden ecosystem of your front lawn, the way the wind sings, the pond water teasing your feet, everything has been created for a purpose for you to enjoy!
this music bring me back to days I've used to have electricity in, my house was warm, my family was safe, and we weren't hungry, we used to dream, I've stopped dreaming after 10 years living in routinely daily war shredding my mind, I am syrian who lost his memories.
When I was little, I had a cat named Luna. It was a birthday present-I'd begged for one all of that year, and all of the year prior, too. I really, really wanted a cat, and that birthday, I'd gotten one. She was my very first pet, and she was so sweet to me. I got all kinds of toys for her; I'd spend all my savings on things I'd buy at the pet store for her: a laser toy, a mouse with catnip, a feather on a stick. I fed her and gave her water (and sometimes milk when Mom and Dad weren't looking), and she'd curl up with me when I took afternoon naps. Whenever I cried, she'd reach over, walking all across my stomach, and delicately lick my nose. Her tongue felt like sandpaper, but it was such a kind gesture from a kind creature, and I was reminded why I loved her so much every time she did it. But the years caught up to us too fast, and it felt like only a month had gone by before Luna passed away. I cried for many nights, and sometimes, I'd wake and look around, confused and concerned, looking for Luna, because she slept with me every night ever since I got her. Waking up was a painful reminder of Luna's passing. When I was little, I had a stuffed animal named Berry. I'd heard the name 'Barry' once, but I guess I must've thought the name was Berry, like the fruit. Berry was a zebra plushie because I always loved zebras, and I thought their black-and-white stripes were so cool-looking. Berry wasn't my first stuffed animal, but he was amongst my most beloved. My older sister gave it to me before she moved away for college, and I loved my sister a lot; she gave me advice I still follow to this day, she read to me, and she introduced a lot of new things to me. I took Berry with me everywhere I went because I loved Berry and I loved the person who gave him to me. Somewhere along my journey, my sister and I lost contact. I love her deeply, but we haven't spoken in a decade, and I don't know anything about her now. I'm not sure when it happened, or where, but I no longer know my sister. Berry's lost somewhere in the attic, collecting dust and wedged somewhere I'd probably never look. When I was little, my aunt had bought me a storybook to read. It was to help my reading, I think, because I was never a very avid reader, but the storybook I held in my little hands when I was young did a lot more than encourage my reading ability. It was the very first book I'd gotten attached to. It was a story about a knight, but it wasn't just any knight-it was a female knight! The female knight, named Ava, had to go through many obstacles, of a dragon, of a trio of trolls, and of a large mountain blocking her way- but after she crossed the mountain, there was a little boy. The boy had sad eyes and a small belly, and when the knight asked him what the matter was, the boy said that he lost his parents and that his village had gone up in flames. The knight was about to send him to the nearest town, but she looked at him, and instead, she took him under her wing and told the boy she'd take care of him until they found his parents. She fed him and gave him a place to stay, and three weeks later, Ava the Knight found the boy's parents, in a secluded village at the edge of a forest. She returned the boy to his parents, told the family goodbye, and went on to the next great adventure. Others would claim her greatest achievement was the mountain she'd climbed, the trio of trolls she'd tricked, or even fighting and defeating a dragon, but she knew they were wrong, for her greatest achievement was doing the right thing even when it would have been easier not to. It told me something very valuable, and I kept it close to me for a lot of my childhood. But spring cleaning rolled around when I was a couple years older, and I was persuaded to give away all my old things. I'd followed through, and had placed my beloved old storybook in a donation pile, because I wanted to mature a little more; grow older a little quicker. These are parts of my childhood, memories that have shaped me. Parts of my childhood I'll never find, and memories that will never repeat-but sometimes, when I close my eyes, I'm in my childhood bedroom, awake past my bedtime, with Luna on my lap, Berry sitting next to me, and a storybook about a girl knight who helped a lost little boy in front of me. (This is just a little story I thought of when listening to this song. It isn't a real story but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.)
I remember when I was younger, I used to find worms under rocks, and always be covered in mud. Jump from the trampoline to the pool, feeling tired while taking a shower at night. Getting out and feeling cold, wrapping my damp body in warm soft blankets fresh out of the dryer. Laying in a bed of pillows and stuffed animals, waking up early, not for school but on instinct. Watching animal documentaries and not having a care about anything else but my own little world. Gymnastics class, block parties with friendly neighbors, the backyard. The good days.....
To all y’all freaking out about how grown up life suck, you can take moments to be silly and innocent. You can also transform a moment from an ugh adult moment to a studio Ghibli moment. Romanticize it. Also, pursue the life you want, not the one you’re told to want, the one you want. And invite others into that life. You can edit things in and edit things out. Idk if this makes sense but being a person who has dealt with depression and anxiety ever since I was twelve I’ve had to make my life look like something I want. These tips got me through the worst lethal days, I hope it helps
Yesterday was so awful that you wish you could just skip it, thats why we call it the pass, Tommorow is gonna be a chore thats why we call it few-chore, The next seven days will drain all the energy out you thats why its called the weak. - Ryan Higa
Yes, one doesn't have a choice in growing up. Eventually you have to grapple with responsibility, the hardness of the world makes you feel jaded and disappointed. But the world you knew as a kid still exists, you only have to rediscover it, after all. You are twice a child, once an adult. If you feel the call of whimsy, follow it. Don't subscribe yourself to the belief that you need to be mature and throw away childish things to grow. Maturity comes on its own, but childish wonder brings life to our world. Without it we are just spectres shifting through meandering shades of grey.
I can almost write books in my head while listening to this... This music holds a huge load of feelings. That´s what makes you an awesome composer. Keep the good work!
I'm only 15 so I still consider myself as somewhat of a child and when I tell people that I have no interest (and even dread) growing up they all look shocked and ask why. I don't think they understand that life doesn't last forever and that the older we get the closer we are to death. Remember, today is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again... Update: wow so many comments! I didn’t think I would get this much of a reaction, and such positive ones too. I actually just had my 17th birthday a couple weeks ago so reading all of your thoughts has truly touched me. Thank you everyone and never stop dreaming 💕 2nd update: Just turned 18 last month...officially an adult. Coming back to this video and all your comments means so much more now. A lot has changed in my life, it all seems a bit ironical haha. Let’s hope we all keep remembering to come back to this video as time passes and we continue to grow~ 3rd update: about to be 21 soon. i actually almost deleted this account until i remembered to check the replies under here. a lot has changed, feels like im slowly losing my innocence. but i believe everything happens for a reason … and everything for the better
Inas J By your comment you seem to be an open-minded person. So here's why you're here: God made this Universe and Beyond. Angels and Demons were made before humans. God made Prophet Adam and ordered the angels to prostrate to Adam... all did except the angelic-stature given iblees aka satan. He promised God to mislead people into wrongdoings. God said that there are my good servants that will never try to fall for your traps. GOD: As long as they (us humans) would ask for repentance till their souls are not able to reach their collarbones... I will keep forgiving them. satan left the Heavenly dominions whilst crying. God sent Prophets with the msg of Oneness of God. All religions says so. Now it's up to you. Research stuff and reply back. I hope you're not narrow-minded like most of the people. p.s. People will start their rude comments in 3,2,1...
Zubair Mirza I am actually Muslim but recently I've been questioning the existence of god, afterlife, etc. I am planning to do more research because truthfully I'm scared of ageing and death. I appreciate your comment and good intentions and hope that one day I will be able to find my way in this lifetime :)
-What I picture in my head- I’m walking beside my 8 year self, she looks up at me with sickly eyes, large circles under them, and faintly smiles, telling me it’s going to be ok. She is dying. I hold her hand as we approach this giant tree with a door at the bottom, big enough for her. She looks at me again and says “you’ll see me again, I promise...” I look down at her, “I know..”I replied. I didn’t know when but I knew. I knelt down to her height and hug her tight, she hugs me as well, but she is too frail to tightly hold and she feels limp. I look her innthe eyes, tears streaming down my face, “I don’t want you to go” I say, “I’ll always be here”she points to my heart and she turns around and opens the wooden door. She looks inside with wonder, taking one step in. There is a German Shepherd,husky, wolf mix (my favorite dogs) a black and white baby horse (my childhood dream horse) a baby Siamese cat (my dream cat) and a blue macaw (dream bird) resting on a perch in a cage. There are stuffed toy animals everywhere on the floor is an antique carpet with rustic patterns and a little wooden table for two. In the other room under the tree, there was a bad that looked like the one in this picture, my favorite childhood cheer music was in the background. The place smelled like pine and vanilla. There were flowers growing out of the walls and floral vines covered the entrance to the bedroom she lays down in the bed surrounded by my childhood dreams and doses off into a gentle sleep. I sat goodbye and softly close the door. The light from the many candles inside still illuminated under the door and my childhood was safely secure and at rest but I didn’t know if I’ll ever see it again (IM SO SORRY THIS WAS LAST NG BUT IF YOU READ IT, THEN I HAVE GREAT RESPECT FOR YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYD IT)
that was beautiful you should write some poetry or story about what's Inside your hand. I don't know but, you are a very interesting person to me. I know that is Strange, but, anyway this little story about you give me feelings and I just want to tell you that it means a lot to me. I hope that you doing good and bye MiaJestic.
"Must you go?" I said. " I have too" My younger version said. I grabbed onto her hand tighter. "I don't want you to go! I want you to stay!" Tears start to run down my face. " You'll be okay without me, I promise." She said, as she looks at me and gives me a small smile. As I looked into her eyes, I notice it was no longer bright but dull instead. Her skin was getting paler by the second. I knew what was happening. She was fading away. "I'll always be here" she said, as she pointed at my heart. I still held on to her hand and we watched the sunrise. I felt her hand start to fade. I looked at her as she was fading. I gave her hug. "I'll miss you." I cried out. " Me too." She said, as she hugged me back before she faded completely. " I'll always remember you."
I discovered this beautiful music tonight and "coincidentally" a couple of days ago, I came across my poem "A Child's World", which I wrote a long time ago, when I was 18 years old. My poem and the music seem to be a perfect fit, with the nostalgic and yearning feelings running through them both. I congratulate the composer. The music has such depth and poignancy! I wrote the poem because I felt on the brink of adulthood with all its responsibilities and decision making, and I didn't want to forget what it was like to be a child. In a way, writing the poem was a way to cling on to the memories and the feelings of childhood. The poem may be too long for this space, and I may appear a little self-indulgent, but I'd like to share some of my poem with you, since you may feel the same way about your childhood: Verse 1. "Tell me little one, why grey is red and black is white to you. Why flying rains are fleeting spectrums And frosted fields elf's heaven. Has dull Winter some hidden sun Which thaws your shivering heart? Does it dwell deep in your eager eyes And effervesce in your laughter? Verse 4 (final) Later, little one, recall the gentle years. Do not let them dwindle. Soon the dark shadows of black and grey Will slyly slip towards you. So cloud them over with flushed colours, And let the harsh world's night Slip slowly into a new dawn Where love is revived." This music and the rediscovery of my poem will help me keep my inner child close to my heart!
Comments: crying about "when i was a kid..." and "i wish it was still like..." Me, 17: still playing with toys, using colouring books and pretending that raindrops are racing each other C'mon guys. Like, just because your older doesn't mean you can't do these things anymore.
Yeah, but some people cant do it becuz they are scared of how people would judge them and humiliate them in their eyes. World are more scarier when you are not a kid anymore
@@christianschaffner1682 ok cool, they just need to build confidence. Also i disagree with the second statement, since kids still know about the harsh realities of the world. its more frustrating since they have less control of their lives (can't get the by bus by themselves, drive, you have no money, etc) you are denied lots of information that could potentially help you, and your always patronized because you're "just a kid"
@@princedino7396 when you was a kid, people will help you because they know you can't do much thing, can't earn money and can't protect themselves. But it will be a different story when you are an adult, because nobody gonna help you. Nobody even care what is your problem. Because you are not a kid anymore. That is why I think living in adults life are much scarier than when you was a kid
@@princedino7396 You are 17 and i guess you are still living with your parents and u don't need to struggle for live. You will become completely alone, it is the nature of humanity. Everyone will be. You can't be what you want to be everytime. Most of the time you forced to become someone else. I hope you can find happiness even then.
When I was a kid, I loved fairies and magical forests, it's now one of my favorite aesthetics. When I was a kid, mom would always tell me that magic was real, and that I could find a fairy forest anywhere. My mom passed away during the summer, and listening to this made me realize that my mom was the fairy, and our memories together, was ths forest -I love and miss you mom ♡
Deep in sleep, The child dreams. Free from fright, Free of plight. A child dreams, Uncorrupt and forever gleams, Deep in sleep a child dreams, Forever pure, Deep in sleep.
But so the child sleeps, not knowing of the doom called growing up, the doom of being an adult. Can he prevent the inevitable, can he save his youth? My answer: yes he can, as long as the outside world doesn't kill the child inside of his heart, the child which he is right now. As long as he doesn't forget that, he can save his youth, something which all of us try to get rid of upon entering the world of adults.
Storm D'archon here, let me try: Deep in sleep, Let him dream Save him from Horrors unseen But when he wakes His world shall quake As his laugh becomes a scream For a nightmare will last even After it has past But a dream No matter how Bright it may gleam Becomes nothing more Than a forgotten spark A shard of light In a sea of dark
When I listen to this I think of a kid who never had a childhood because he/she always had a mission to accomplish and as they get older they realised they never had the life that the other kids had
Reminds of gunslinger girl. Where young girls were forced to be assassins and kill high value targets. They were disowned and forsaken by the world and aso the government took them in and turned them into cold hearted killers. Because unlike the children in the light that always had love, these children were of the dark where love would never reach them. So its kinda sad to think about even if it was from a fictional Japanese animation.
You're also a Writer if you Typed/Wrote this. Writer is just a Class of specialized words. You can Be a Writer even tho you didn't mean to write anything. As long as it can Touch or get attention of people. You are a Writer. And i am the People.
I'm a french emerald. Do you think I should: 1-Have an existential crisis 2-Organise a revolution 3-Chop off the king's head 4-Surrender 5-Getting traded for only 3 piece of wheat Or 6-Not simply be deflected when me and my bros are splashing toward an ennemy What do you think ?
Yeah... Childhood was good. It was like a warm sunlight that appears after a snowy, cold weather. It was fun. We were all pure, naive. We hadn't any responsibilities that holds us back from our dreams we wanted to reach. We thought we would be able to achieve them when we grow up without living any issues. Just reaching out to dreams, that was all. They, adults told us, even so we were kids back then and we didn't think it would be this hard as they said. We fell. We got tripped. We got hurt without anyone to take their hands. We were supposed to not cry like child. We just buried it down, deep into our hearts. We had no idea about how rotten feelings can hurt. We trusted people. We got betrayed by ones who got betrayed too. We got furious, punched walls instead crying freely. We cursed the days we wanted to grow. We, at least i, saw my childhood breathing hardly at deep dark corner of my heart. We wanted to act childish, people told us to stop. We stopped. We got stressed, we got depressed. They were saying it when we were kids too. So, when we were supposed to cry? We got big physically, but our hearts gone smaller. No... No... This wasn't the adulthood we wanted. We were pure. We hadn't our current experiences those times. We paid for it. We bought experiences with our naiveness, sold our pure white hearts to devil time to time. That was the fee. So what are you going to do with your adulthood? You will waste it while lamenting? You already paid for it. Try to make your childhood happy at least. It doesn't have to be perfect. Childhood is blind to perfectness. It is not important as adulthood sees it.
I really liked your text. I wish i could CTRL C + CTRL V it, but the TH-cam app doesn't have that option. :'( So, could you put some comment below so that it appears on the Google+ notifications and i may try to CTRL C it there, please? :(
at least i could cry freely with your block of text,thank you for explaining the pain most of us feel and are not capable of explaining it,i cried all the pain out with your comment,thank you for the help.
oh por dios, acabo de leer todo tu comentario, trate de traducirlo para entenderlo mejor, y según lo que entendí estoy de acuerdo contigo, extraño mi niñez y ¡si! me encantaría regresar atrás en el tiempo y vivir como niña de nuevo
You know whats sad? Forgetting memories from your childhood. Having a nostalgic dream and waking up Going to a place that you used to go as a kid and its been completly abandonned Growing up and having to become mature and boring so that no one will judge you... Having to forget your childhood
I had a strange dream i was in my attic and all my old stuff was there..stuff i don't remember having old coins,paintings and toys all covered in dust and forgotten and when i woke up i felt a little sad about leaving it all behind
Auro Lux-you see this is life and in the end no matter how large your contribution the world all deeds good and bad will be swept away by time. so if you don't believe in a higher power please enjoy this rare experience of existence it's the only shot you get, cause you are you and there has never been and never will be a nother you.
After reading all these sad stories of adults missing their childhood, I realized that I need to cherish every moment of my life right now as a kid. (by the way I'm 8 1/2 years old)
enjoy yourself and have fun. im 21 years old, i turn 22 in a few months. i miss when i was your age. you probably will too. take care of yourself, have fun, and let yourself be happy. unapologetically be a kid.
When you are young you don't feel real emotions. Yes you might feel happy, or sad, but you are really just learning how to feel. You don't question anything. This feeling is innocence. You don't see the real world. You live in a bubble. At certain points in our lives we lose this feeling. That pure joy that blocked out anything possibly harmful to our bubble. The blindfold is taken off and you start to see. You see the pain. You see the dark corners of life that make you sad. Real sadness. That hole in your heart kind of sad. This is losing our innocence. It's a long process for most people. Some people never fully lose it. It eventually turns into ignorance. You don't want to see the pain, hunger, and sadness. So you continue to live in your bubble, but some aren't so lucky. Their bubble gets popped. They see the pain too early. They see the horrible things that makes the world run. They lose their innocence when their hearts are still developing. Sometimes their hearts can't handle it. Then there are people like me. I had my time of innocence. I had always wanted to be mature when I was little, maybe to fit in, or maybe not. I lost my innocence on purpose. I ripped off the blindfold before I could see. I was in a rush to grow up and didn't enjoy my short time of not seeing how terrible this world is. I lost that sparkle in my eye, when the only troubles I had was what I wanted for lunch. I wish I could tell kids to enjoy it. Enjoy that time of not being able to compensate the things that I hate about this world. Enjoy the easy way of thinking. Easy choices, easy happiness. That short window of time called innocence. Sometimes, though, you might smell a certain smell, see a picture or even a person and the overtaking memories flood back. The colors, feelings, and smells. Nostalgia. The colors of your childhood swirl around you. The innocence gets brought back and you're thrown from reality. The purple haze that isn't anymore.
I lived without that bubble since 5, curious about the world and asking questions about the meaning of life since 3. I walked out if the haze peeking out slowly and enjoying what I saw. I enjoyed the knowledge, the evil, the darkness. I was still partially in the bubble so it never scared me. As an adolescent, I stepped out of that bubble and understood it. The beautiful dark corners of the world I loved came into view as depression, addiction and poverty. I was sick, traumatized by what my perfect-impefect would was. Old friends popped the bubble I wanted to run back into, and I was left grabbing at the remains of that hazy innocence. I built walls around me so I wouldn't have to see it out of sticks, stones, and make believe. I peek over this wall occasionally, but it makes a good defense until adulthood, when I will slowly come out.
Andrew Rzewnicki they could have good day and after listening to this memories came back sadness returned and he didnt liked that. Sometimes even if you liked/like something, bad emotions can ruin it.
Melodi Rose Your dreams are you.. you're making them.. so you're the one who wants you to leave.. want yourself to stay, and so will your dreams do.. Maybe your life will want you to stay too.. peace🌱
Cuddled under quilts, and toys of soft galore, Our eyes crept along the walls to the closet door We slept into a certain dream, from an unknown time, Now we only ever work, do you rember how to smile? The dim lit lamp on the nightstand, sending shadows dancing on the wall, our imaginations run, hiding behind the nightmare storm, is a cheery sun. We saw the world much different, but it changed when we were told. To become a child again, I shouldn't have wished to grow old.
@@ein.mazlan thank you❤ don't cry, maybe our realities our just our vivid dreams, and we are back in our quilts of colors and illistrative stories, tales of nights and princesses basking in their glory.
i am very depressed of my life right now. no one's support behind my back. and this song kind of taking me to another dimension and how i wish i can live happily without thinking all of these stupid drama life.
Atikaa _ I feel you went it comes to being depressed man but, I wish I could say this song brings me back to happier times. I had a rough childhood and didn't have really anyone there I could talk to, it was hell for my family, for me, my brother and my mom...
Same for me. I know that it might feel stupid, but Internet actually helped me in some hard times in my life. So, as little as it is, you have my support behind your back.
@@EMMA-jd3zp Your past is likely to never go away. Even your personality is forged by it. Remember your past, but focus on building your present (Sorry for the bad english, I'm french ^^")
We wasted our childhood wishing we'd be adults soon, and now, we're wasting our adult life wishing to be young again Why don't we just live in the moment and enjoy it to the fullest before we turn 80 and wishing we were in our mid20s again??
I don't get scared easily. But the scariest thing in my life is that I know my grandma will pass away someday. EDIT: thank u so much everyone. thank u so much for trying to comfort me and sharing your stories. It really means a lot to me. My grandma is doing well and i'll keep smiling for her everyday no matter how sad i get.😊 EDIT 2 : So she's gone now...and I miss her every day. This song reminds me of the last days I spent with her. Hope she's doing fine in heaven.
When I was 13, I came to the realisation that I didn't know how much time I had left with my grandma. I decided then and there to cherish the time I had, so I started visiting her every single day after school. I'd hug her hello and tell her I loved her. Every single day, for almost a year. That was 10 years ago now. My grandmother has been dead for almost 8 years. I still feel it's one of the best decisions I've ever made. Cherish her. Tell her you love her, and that you appreciate the role she has in your life. Don't worry about any notions of embarrassment or anything like that. Many years from now, you will thank yourself, as I do myself.
Space Pope Tobbs thank you so much for sharing your story... I don't feel embarrassed to love my grandma. She is the most precious person in my life after all.
I don't really know why but these old videos with music and a nice background image really make me comforts me for some reason. I haven't even started my TH-cam journey yet when that was uploaded.
I can predict my life already, I'm not even in college. Childhood, ruined with my sadistic personality. Pre-teen, ruined with serious depression and existential crisis. Young adult, ruined with betrayal, sudden change in culture and having to hide my true self. Adult would be debt, responsibilities and outliving love ones. Old age would be sickness, lonliness and wanting to go back in time. I'm that one annoying selfish bitch who wants to suicide but can't.
I hate that I'm only just now finding this. This is a truly special song. The feelings that both the image and music piece draw out of you are wonderful.
Childhood memories are like old books on a forgotten shelf, bound by time, collecting dust, and telling stories of a chapter that can never be read again. "In the attic of my mind, dusty boxes hold the fragments of a childhood that slipped through my fingers like sand.
As a child people told me to grow up. That I needed to be be more “mature”, I looked then in the eyes and sneered. Anyone that said I needed to grow up, act like an adult, stop being such a child when I was young usually got something thrown at them. It was something I had luckily learned when I was young, growing up sucks.
“ im 32. But deep inside im stuck in my18s or 19s. Many friends tried to break me from this nostalgic bond. Nothing succeeded. Didnt even come near.. everyone else.. friends, childhood sweet hearts, they all moved along to the future past me. Im still waiting, living in my 90s childhood.. trust me, this music matches the situation and keeps me safe...
A nostalgic dream A nosgalgic dream, so far away yet so sweet Memories from long ago, suddenly at my grasp The tragic history of my past A nostalgic dream, oh how I've come to miss it so dearily To go back in time and remember it so vividly A nostalgic dream, it's as if I would not be here if it weren't simple for being me The smiles and tears making it almost hard to breathe A nostalgic dream, tell me; will you be lost to me?
It's December 30th, 2019. I am 15 years of age. Another decade begins in just some hours. Another year slips by, fading away the traces of the past, purging old memories from our minds to make place for the new ones.
I love it when you can perceive a songs aura for yourself, deciding if it’s sad or happy, hopefull or curious. There’s so much in this and my current mood always plays a part in how I hear the music, each time I listen.
You dream of something and then you end up not having it, what a cruel world, we only reached the ends of having a job and living the world until the last ounce of our breath is depleted.
Have faith in love. When you meet your soul m8 ... Everything changes, you can start looking forward to eternity then, with the perfect partner that you never get bored or tired of... and will always be beautiful to you. Its worth the wait i promise all the pain and regret is temporary and passes like shadows. My love monica rae hess taught me this. Iwill love her forevermore .
People call themselves of being open minded. But I'll tell you something if you can be open minded. That''s a lie. You haven't met God. Or do the intent of meeting him at mass and looking for true love and true intelligence and praying daily to him in order to be who you were meant to be. Only people who go to mass know this. And people who are constant. Just saying. He removes your depression and cleanses you from all your sins and all the root causes of delusion. That's why you pray daily to Jesus. But people think he is just and ornament and only look for him when it's necessary. People look for different realities and loose their souls in those abysms. "'The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone; the Lord has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes''. God is the owner of thee world. And his kindness has no comparison. People think they deserve to go to heaven, or deserve what they want without being with God and blame God for this.
Thanatosx33 love is probably great and I absolutely don’t want to diminish it, but some people want more out of life than just a good job and a partner
Looking at the picture, it reminded me of how much I want to be a father. I want to have son/daughter that I can be proud of, and I can teach him/her all the beautiful things I had discovered in life.
I 13,turning 14,and there's just something about this and snuggling with my old blankey after playing or watching some old games like happy wheels that i really feel like a kid. As if it was my childhood all over again. I loved those times so much and i try to chase after all the opportunities i have that let me experiance that childhood feeling once more. I did realize that any moment now i'll be a teen and I won't be a child,that I will lose all those childhood memories/feelings. It hurts. I'll come back here every year and read all the comments you guys leave out. I love reading them. Stay strong everyone. 2020: check 2021:
The picture reminds me of when I was little, and would climb into my grandmothers bed with her and listen to all the stories she would tell me of a different time. Her room would often be cluttered with little trinkets and stuffed toys that were ages old, but yet timeless to me all at the same time. We would talk about when she was young, living in a village with a tiger loose, or the the time she would climb a tree away from her mom when she was in trouble on her farm house. I miss her very much and think of her everyday still.
When I was a child i thought this world was beautiful and nothing bad could ever happen. Those beautiful and innocent/naive thoughts/moments always bring tears. I just wish to go back and never grow up.
It is strange that I don’t have any nostalgic memories except my old dreams. When I was a child I used to sleep a lot and I always could remember about the dreams I had.
Feels like whatever I'm told, whatever I dreamed of , whatever my family meant everything was a lie I'm just a puppet in the hand of fate and world.... That's what I feel through this piece.
Not really. You can make your own strings to guide your own puppets. Don't lose hope in freedom, fate only controls those who don't have control over themselves.
I remember when I was a child, I always wanted to be bigger. When my clothessize went up, I would be happy; when my feets became as big as my mom's, I was excited; and when I grew taller than my sister, I felt like a champion. Now I'm 19, almost 20, and sometimes I just wish to go back to the times I don't remember at all, when I was just a baby, or 1 or 2 years old. I want to be taken care of, not having to worry about anything. Currently, I have no grandparents left, and my parents are getting older and older. I can't imagine how life would be if they left me as well. If only time could just turn back or stand still...
All I want to say is: Last night I was out of my window, watching the full moon in the sky and I don’t know why I listened this song and I started to cry. Compositor, you must feel very proud of touch someone soul, in somewhere in the world 💫
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Peter Gundry | Composer
I know this is old but do you have sheet music for this song?? I would love to play this on violin
Peter Gundry | Composer this song is one of the most beatiful i've ever heard. Love you man.
Wow still here, sure I wanna hear creepy.
Peter Gundry | Composer ❤
Peter Gundry | Composer unbelievable
Isn't nostalgia such a strange feeling? At times it's comforting and at other times it's extremely saddening.
In some cases, so is the thought of the future. In some cases, it's extremely comforting to have the thought of leaving someone bad behind. But others it's extremely saddening to think that you're going to lose someone amazing one day
Piccolo Wow.... that hit pretty close to home..
Now you have achieved the feeling of being a Russian, that is now you must feel like this all of the time.
Yevhenii Shyshko ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’m in Alaska, so I guess we’re kinda closely located.
@@piccolo748 The future can also be scary and worrying. You may not know what to do, or maybe you'll be unable to do what you need to do even if you know. This is a fear of mine, I fear the future will not be friendly. I already don't know what to do and I don't see it really getting any more clear. I can form a happy thought of the future in my mind, I feel happiness for a split second, but it fades when I realize it's just a thought, one that likely will not come to be.
We don't realise we're living in the good old days until it's too late.
Minecraft be like
Now I'm almost 12. I started not wanting to grow up at age 9. I knew by time, you lost your innocense and you would watch your friends go away because you had to move to another house(at least for me). I understood that people won't see you as "the little sweet naive child" anymore. I still want to be 8 again.
@@fakename3440 yea and I'm 24, I miss being 12 sometimes. The best thing you can do is dont look back, live your life now I'm a way that makes you happy. Enjoy it
IKR!!! 😭😭😭😭😪
Said by Mr. Andy Bernard
When I was younger I'd put my arms in my shirt and told people I lost my arms. I would sleep with all the stuffed animals so none of them would get offended. I had that one pen with 6 colours, and tried to push all the buttons at once. I poured my soda into a cup and acting like I was taking shots. I would wait behind a door to scare someone, but soon leave because they were taking too long or I had to pee. I would fake being asleep, so my parent would carry me to bed. I used to think that the moon followed my car. I would watch those two drops of rain roll down the window and pretend it was a race. I used to swallow fruit seeds and get scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy.
Remember when we were kids and couldn't wait to grow up? What were we thinking?
I had four breakups, and you know what that means? Four times I believed in love. You see, I used to get off my bed, put on my slippers and walk to the window at 5am and watch the sun getting lighter and lighter. The moon floating down and rest for the day, and see the sun come out. I used to watch two water drops on my window and see them soon join each other and become one full water drop. I would look at the DVD logo bounce around the screen until it hit the corner. kids won't cherish the moments of being a kid. When you're an adult, you'd wish you were a kid once again.
You used to watch rain drops race each other too?? I completely forgot I did that as a kid..
This made me so sad!!!😭😭😭😭
This is so true💞💞
Lmao if that ain't me as a lil child
I am Male, 63 and the shelves of my library are filled with fairytales, gemstones and stuffed animals. I never gave up. I believe in magic.
Hello long lost friend. I too believe in magic. Obsessed with fairies myself.
Believe not in magic, believe in the Lord Jesus Christ ❤
And, Now you are 64....💚 (Live long to listen this Masterpiece of Music.❤)
When all magic seems lost, turn to the fireflies. Their magic never dies.
What about this
Growing old is Mandatory, growing up is optional.
(jojo siwa flashbacks)
For some reason I completely missed what you were saying and thought you suggested suicide for whatever reason.
When I buy tickets to anything I always ask for one childish.
but growing up dont exists xD, the real name is "growing better" or just "grow" and don't imply "seriousness, adult stupidity and sadness"
exactly.
" Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?" -Charles Bukowski.
I thought it was mike wazowski( I have no idea how to spell his name)
Bro this comment hit me over the head like a shovel
No I do not
An Orchestrator of events... And an Adventurer.
I really love this comment section. I got goosebumps reading this.
Have you ever heard a song and thought: "I want to watch a movie like that"
For this song, we have Ghibli :) I don't know why but this piece gives me Studio Ghibli vibes
Watch any ghibli film or...ah man forgot....
“Solder, poet, king” is another one of those songs that feel like it should have a movie about it
@@mr.spaghettiwizard8144 could you give me the link of them? I can't find because it's too much results.
@@laclac5661 no prob. It's just one song. Here you go th-cam.com/video/MzVKsltzYdI/w-d-xo.html
Today is the happiest day in my life.
A girl I was interested in shared this song to me.
6 hours later, while enjoying this song thinking about her, I finally took the opportunity to ask her out, and to my surprise, she responded to my feelings.
I've never been so happy before, and I'm sure only good thing will happen from now on.
Yesterday, this song was unknown to me, but now it represents the start of my new life, which I hope will last until my last day.
Thank you for this masterpiece, and I wish all of you guys an amazing day and night! :)
Well I didn't expect I would be commenting this early here, but ... I'm sad now.
I'm so sad I can't bear it.
Why must life be so harsh to me? Is it a sin to love someone?
Does religion really have to destroy the sprout of our relationship? :(
As u could've guess, we decided to break up. Not because of the present, but because we would only have go go through so much pain even if we decided to marry.
I am not a religious person, nor do I have any bad thought about them, but ... This is the first time I wish to be with someone, yet it had to be painful for the both of us.
This is my story, I appreciate anyone who read the whole thing, and I wish u a happy new year whenever u are and whatever ur beliefs are :)
I hope you are better where you are now brother.
@@Vampenji1012 we need the part 3 how are you has the return happened yet or will it be soon?
@@Vampenji1012 heeeey, just because yer relationship did not go well, ye never have the right to trash-talk religion. Religion did not destroy yer relationship, if ye can't unite with that girl, then ye guys aren't destined to unite. How old are ye even to marry???
@@eoinokelly3080 trve :) People are so fast in their feelings, ye know. At one second they assume they are the happiest person on Earth, and after a moment, they become the saddest. Extreme feeling are almost always bad. Can't ssay the same fer the pleasure of sexuality though.
"When we were children, we dream of becoming an adult. Now as an adult, we dream of ones again becoming those children we were long ago. Yet we fail to recognice this child is still part of us, deep down in our heart and soul."
Cerii Thank you.
exactly.. and that's what's funny about men.. I'm happy that I'm a girl😅
peace 🌱🎶
I never wanted to grow older, I prefered and still prefer being young, lmao
uhhhh hell no, i prefer to be an adult, it suck to be a child
That's because when we are children we imagined a life where we could stay up as late as we'd want to and be sorrounded by friends but when people are adults they find no time for sleep and all the friends are gone from childhood. I'm a teen still and yet I wish I were a child.
This gives me memories I don’t have.
This gives me feelings of relief I’ve never felt.
This gives me words I’ve never said.
This gives thoughts of dreams I’ve never seen.
*This is making me remember the times I was young.*
*Which I never had*
*wish i was never born*
Is really suit my own character shadow lord
love the way you tell what you felt.. i saw the world what you felt. i like that moment. thank you my dear. always bee happy. bye my friend....
@@Santaknight-g1z shut your mouth, you ruined this
When No one is around, I just open up my laptop, turn this type of music on, and just sit back with my eyes closed. And I just... Imagine. Even if you are an adult, you can still have your imagination.
I also
nice statement and all but your profile pic throws it off so much lol
My mom can’t- lol
profile pic doesn't check out
@@thanosfrog6046 glad i wasn't the only one who picked up on it :DD
She woke up.
"Mama? Papa?" Tears flooded her eyes as she realized: it had been a dream. She was never seeing them again.
"Auntie?" she asked, tiptoeing through the house. Auntie was nowhere to be seen. She began to feel very alone. No friends, no parents, no hope. It was all over for her, wasn't it?
Then it happened.
"Hello."
She turned. "Mr. Longears?" she asked in wonder. "But aren't you a stuffed rabbit?"
He nodded solemnly. "I'm here to take you to Dreamland. It will all be okay. Just follow me."
😔🗿 damn what's this from
Plot twist: she died
@@Everyonewastakenwastaken what if she just went to another world like in coraline? but instead of another family she went into a world where toys are alive
This is a nice start to either a whimsical fairytale or a horror story
I want to cry
*..But Nobody ever told us to be adults.*
my dad did when i was just 11
*11*
First Dead probably because it’s up to us to decide how to
@T C Yeah that's not funny
@T C Oh wait, I'm actually a girl
When i was a child... I knew it i never wanted to be an adult it was only me.. Cause my twin sister was exited to be an adult never me!
The irony is that the name of the song, "nostalgic", is reflective of memories of childhood itself. Everyone only remembers the good parts, but not everything was perfect when we were kids. And the price of gaining some things as an adult means putting away some of the things from when we were kids. I try to think of it that I had my time as a child. Now's my time to be an adult. I should enjoy the moment before it's my time to be an old man.
John Tumahab Hi!
Actually I remember only bad parts, my memories of my childhood are embedded in dark. I try to remember good parts but I cant. However even though I cant remember good memories I am sure there were good memories.
i remember a lot of bad parts too, but i had a much more innocent view of the world and i didn't fully understand them so things didn't seem as bad as they were. but you're right, we tend to romanticize memories and think they were a lot better then they were
Don't say you "should", it will create stress to enjoy. Let it just flow even if it's not that great, focus on feeling and being in the moment. One of the greatest things I've learned this month. We are in a hurry to enjoy before it's too late in case we miss on good times, which ironically creates the opposite.
That's an excellent point, and there is joy to be found and treasured at every age, but don't say we don't remember the sad times as well as the glad. It's simply a matter of choosing to focus on the happy.
I remember fights with my sister, being left behind on the driveway as she went off to make friends without me. I remember leaving houses I loved and not being able ro say goodbye to friends I would never see again. I remember my brothers leaving home one by one. I remember coming home one day and learning my cat was gone and was never coming back. They told me she'd been given away. She was dead. I remember skipping into the kitchen to ask Mom when we could visit our cousins and she said after Grandma's funeral. I remember how that news hit and how I collapsed on her bed and cried. I remember the moments that had me backed into the corner of my bunk, my battered stuffed Pink Panther to my chest, but I do not dwell on them. There's a difference.
reading through these comments and realizing that we all have very similar nostalgia is actually very comforting
Same
Same here.
Same
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“We didn't realise we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun" - Winnie The Pooh
GOD DAYM WINNIE
“china number one" - Winnie The Pooh
I want to write a story that captures this exact feeling.
Me to
Exactly what I was Thinking
@@kriteekgourav5064 lets do it together! :D
@@mlpsecrets7931I Am Not Sure If I Actually Can 🌚
@@kriteekgourav5064 :( 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵
I feel as if I’m more scared of growing up than I am of dying...
edit: Thank you all for your replies! It means a lot to me. Since last year, when I made this comment, I have been thinking a lot about life and such. Because of some personal thinking and some of you guys replies, I came to the conclusion that I am not scared of growing up, rather, I am scared of losing the person I am now. I am scared of losing the memories, or not living up to expectations, or losing important people in my life. And I have learned that it's okay to be afraid. It normal to wonder what will happen in our futures. The best advice that I can give to you all reading this is to just live. Enjoy everything as it comes. Becoming older is not something your can stop nor slow down, it's a part of life. You will always find happiness, no matter how old you are. You will always make more memories. There are so many wonderful things that you have not yet experienced. So many amazing memories that you have not yet made. So many wonderful people you have not yet met. This does not mean you will forget your past. Your past has shaped you into the person you are now. My point is: It's okay to be nervous about your future , we all are. Just remember to enjoy life for how it comes. It's okay to be sad about the past, but don't let it control you.
You have gone through so much. I may never meet the person reading this, but I just want to say I believe in you. You'll do great. :)
Same
I’m only 14 but same
Some of us do. While some of us want to grow up fast. Let’s all just enjoy our youths before we get Old
Growing up = dying
For me it’s not growing older but the memories that will fade overtime and the people that were so important at the time but now they are nothing but a faint memory
I'm getting nostalgia from the pic. It reminds me of sleeping at Grandma's house. Sadly today is her birthday. She passed on around this time last year. I miss you Grandma!
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God dammit you made me cry
I'm so sorry, my grandma passed away not to long ago too,
Damn Alois Trancy why ur butler killed u xd
I'm sorry for your loss also BOOTY SHORTS IS THAT U UR ALIVE
The scariest thing isn't death. It is forgeting. The good old times when you did all those silly things. When you made your first friend. So, celebrate the memories. Celebrate the past until your memories and life stories fade from this world. Until you yourself die and fade from the memories of others.
Isn't the forgetting part a good thing too?
I mean, every moment you hate will be forgotten, that time you accidently insult your mom, that time you're angryat your dad, those time where got in the fight with your friend.
They will be all gone. Faded away
Do what you want, in the end they'll fade away
@@wooden49 i dont think so, because you are made of your memories. Your experiences, your past, it's all memories. If you forget, you forget who you are. If you forget your mistakes, you forget your experiences. That is why having memory loss is so scary, you are literally forgeting *who you are* .
@@MoonV9 It is inevitable. You'll forgot your memories eventually, just like you can't stop marching of times that pull us toward inevitable death.
Instead of be afraid, accept that you won't get to remember everything.
And new 'you' will constantly be born due to new memories entering your brain anyways. This isn't your first rodeo nor is it your old 'you'.
Concept of 'you' is just sustainable pattern that keep on changing in this big universe
The human brain is evolved to deal with absolute right and wrong. So the fuzzy boarder that make up universe is hard to think
I still missing my brothers and sisters in Sirius, we came as a rescue team for our own beings but fall into an ambush by the empire, now we trap in here together now, I don’t want to remember it if I am the commander who leader my team to doom, as the memory washing device still active, none of us are safe without a suitable shell to hide.
Ha ha and I don’t even know if those ancient memories are trustworthy.
The scariest thing is indeed death. The memories they will be deep down in your hearts. The people with whom you made those memories you can again visit them and talk about the old times. But Death
Death is something which takes the person away from you. You cannot visit the good old times with your person. You cannot speak with them again. You cannot laugh with them again. All you are left with is their memories which only you know.
One of the most crushing feelings I've ever felt was when I realized I've forgotten my childhood. Just a few snippets remain. A moment here, a moment there, separated by years that are completely lost to me. Mere hints of a simpler, happier time. One I'm not even allowed to cherish the memory of.
I have a feeling that every moment in your life, every memory lost, every cherished thought forgotten, they all come back to you in the end one way or another. I'm probably wrong but I'm sticking with it. For my dog.
I'm just like you and it's making me mad and afraid and sad. I can't remember but I want to, I feel something nostalgic, I know there were better days than now I'm longing about them but I can't remember them. Mere hints of a simpler, happier time that I can't remember. (Sorry for my English)
@@arevikm862
I feel the same.
@John Claude that was like the perfect comparison tho
No I'm still a kid but I will hold on to this the best I can, I want to make new memories......but I don't want my memories of the old to be forgotten because my memories make me. . . . . Me
All the people that disliked the video probably just had so much tears in their eyes that they missed the like button.
Lmao
I think so to
I accidentally did and hadn't noticed, fixed it though.
When a comment about dislikes has more likes than the actual dislikes. Absolutely fantastic piece of art!
it looks cramped
Once we were dreamers
Little artists hid within our inner eye
And painted images no one remembers
Horned horses and little winged people littered our mindscape
A canvas in the backs of our eyes
filled with vivid colors and imagination untamed
Once we were dreamers
Our little hearts filled with joy and wonder,
we could not be understood by those that grew older but we did not care,
for within our minds we were kings and queens,
we were knights and sorcerers who shaped the world with our minds,
built armies with wooden soldiers and conquered dragons with naught but our magic words
Once we were dreamers
We held treasures vast and uncountable,
intangible but real in our eyes,
gold bright as the sun, diamonds that shone like distant stars and silver glistening like the moon,
how bright our treasures were, our precious dreams
Once we were dreamers
But the world looked down upon that
They saw our unicorns and little fairies and claimed they were fantasy
They stole away our wooden soldiers and did away with hopes of dragon slaying
For one could not slay what never was
They took our hopes and dreams
and left us responsibility and boredom
Once we were dreamers
But the world told us that dreams could never be
And so we ceased to dream
sriracha ramen That was so beautiful, I’m both laughing and crying
But the dreams never leave. Theyre always with us. Lost, and covered in dust. Break away from boredom, and dream again child.
I will never cease my dreaming
El sueño nunca muere ,
Nosotros somos sueños y la vida es mentira,
La muerte es la única verdad,
Nuestro destino nuestra esposas,
La gente nuestras cadenas,
El tiempo nuestro asesino
Y el sueño es nuestra libertad,
Nuestro escape hacia otros mundos porque algunos odiamos nuestra vida y esta loca irrealidad. todo este mundo Es falso y corrupto como yo.
Nosotros somos nuestros demonios y nuestras propias cárceles condenadas al vacío mientras nos devora el tiempo.
un dia fuimos soñadores,
...dearly that hit so hard on my heart. I mean what youre saying is true
I'm an adult now, but I've managed to still keep the wonder that my grandpa passed down to me.
Piece of advice: be amazed at all of Creation! The veins of a leaf, the hidden ecosystem of your front lawn, the way the wind sings, the pond water teasing your feet, everything has been created for a purpose for you to enjoy!
this music bring me back to days I've used to have electricity in, my house was warm, my family was safe, and we weren't hungry, we used to dream, I've stopped dreaming after 10 years living in routinely daily war shredding my mind, I am syrian who lost his memories.
I know how that feeling I'm also syrian this war was horrible
How can i help you my brother...
Peace be with you, brother. Salaam.
Oh shit man, thats fucked up, I'm so sorry. Hope you get better ASAP
I'm so sorry because we Muslims can't do anything for our brothers from syria
I tried drawing this picture when I was younger, didn't think I'd ever see it again.
Sometimes we find old forgotten things again, just by chance
Just commenting thinking it might bring you back to it haha
Don't know why it makes me so emotional
When I was little, I had a cat named Luna. It was a birthday present-I'd begged for one all of that year, and all of the year prior, too. I really, really wanted a cat, and that birthday, I'd gotten one.
She was my very first pet, and she was so sweet to me. I got all kinds of toys for her; I'd spend all my savings on things I'd buy at the pet store for her: a laser toy, a mouse with catnip, a feather on a stick. I fed her and gave her water (and sometimes milk when Mom and Dad weren't looking), and she'd curl up with me when I took afternoon naps. Whenever I cried, she'd reach over, walking all across my stomach, and delicately lick my nose. Her tongue felt like sandpaper, but it was such a kind gesture from a kind creature, and I was reminded why I loved her so much every time she did it.
But the years caught up to us too fast, and it felt like only a month had gone by before Luna passed away. I cried for many nights, and sometimes, I'd wake and look around, confused and concerned, looking for Luna, because she slept with me every night ever since I got her. Waking up was a painful reminder of Luna's passing.
When I was little, I had a stuffed animal named Berry. I'd heard the name 'Barry' once, but I guess I must've thought the name was Berry, like the fruit. Berry was a zebra plushie because I always loved zebras, and I thought their black-and-white stripes were so cool-looking.
Berry wasn't my first stuffed animal, but he was amongst my most beloved. My older sister gave it to me before she moved away for college, and I loved my sister a lot; she gave me advice I still follow to this day, she read to me, and she introduced a lot of new things to me. I took Berry with me everywhere I went because I loved Berry and I loved the person who gave him to me.
Somewhere along my journey, my sister and I lost contact. I love her deeply, but we haven't spoken in a decade, and I don't know anything about her now. I'm not sure when it happened, or where, but I no longer know my sister. Berry's lost somewhere in the attic, collecting dust and wedged somewhere I'd probably never look.
When I was little, my aunt had bought me a storybook to read. It was to help my reading, I think, because I was never a very avid reader, but the storybook I held in my little hands when I was young did a lot more than encourage my reading ability.
It was the very first book I'd gotten attached to. It was a story about a knight, but it wasn't just any knight-it was a female knight! The female knight, named Ava, had to go through many obstacles, of a dragon, of a trio of trolls, and of a large mountain blocking her way- but after she crossed the mountain, there was a little boy. The boy had sad eyes and a small belly, and when the knight asked him what the matter was, the boy said that he lost his parents and that his village had gone up in flames. The knight was about to send him to the nearest town, but she looked at him, and instead, she took him under her wing and told the boy she'd take care of him until they found his parents.
She fed him and gave him a place to stay, and three weeks later, Ava the Knight found the boy's parents, in a secluded village at the edge of a forest. She returned the boy to his parents, told the family goodbye, and went on to the next great adventure. Others would claim her greatest achievement was the mountain she'd climbed, the trio of trolls she'd tricked, or even fighting and defeating a dragon, but she knew they were wrong, for her greatest achievement was doing the right thing even when it would have been easier not to.
It told me something very valuable, and I kept it close to me for a lot of my childhood. But spring cleaning rolled around when I was a couple years older, and I was persuaded to give away all my old things. I'd followed through, and had placed my beloved old storybook in a donation pile, because I wanted to mature a little more; grow older a little quicker.
These are parts of my childhood, memories that have shaped me. Parts of my childhood I'll never find, and memories that will never repeat-but sometimes, when I close my eyes, I'm in my childhood bedroom, awake past my bedtime, with Luna on my lap, Berry sitting next to me, and a storybook about a girl knight who helped a lost little boy in front of me.
(This is just a little story I thought of when listening to this song. It isn't a real story but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.)
Beautiful!
I'm allergic to big comments, but this seems to be emotional and real-life based. Thanks for sharing.
I'm over here with my face wet as all hell from tearslmao i loved it
sorry, I couldn't read past the 2nd para. seems nice tho. thanks, i guess
Son of a- you tricked me.
"All grown-ups were once children, but only a few of them remember it.."
-The Little Prince
I am homesick to a bedroom that’s never even existed.
Past life? 😂 who knows?
I feel this because my family just moved into a new home and there's still boxes in my room. I miss my old room and home.
@@nikoozen6049 hopefully you stopped thinking it too much buddy.
@@gingerwatermelon3243 yes! I'm feeling a little better about it now that I have decorated it the way I like :)
@@nikoozen6049 good to hear that actually :D
I remember when I was younger, I used to find worms under rocks, and always be covered in mud. Jump from the trampoline to the pool, feeling tired while taking a shower at night. Getting out and feeling cold, wrapping my damp body in warm soft blankets fresh out of the dryer. Laying in a bed of pillows and stuffed animals, waking up early, not for school but on instinct. Watching animal documentaries and not having a care about anything else but my own little world. Gymnastics class, block parties with friendly neighbors, the backyard. The good days.....
To all y’all freaking out about how grown up life suck, you can take moments to be silly and innocent. You can also transform a moment from an ugh adult moment to a studio Ghibli moment. Romanticize it.
Also, pursue the life you want, not the one you’re told to want, the one you want. And invite others into that life. You can edit things in and edit things out. Idk if this makes sense but being a person who has dealt with depression and anxiety ever since I was twelve I’ve had to make my life look like something I want. These tips got me through the worst lethal days, I hope it helps
Thank you! I really appreciate your kind words!
Finally something optimistic! Thank you!
U r comment is amazing
Be quiet and let people feel their sorrow of losing their precious innocence.
@@Whocares158 Are you okay Jaden?
Yesterday is *history*
Tomorrow is a *mystery*
But today is a *gift*
That is why it is called the *present*
- Master Oogway
👏👏
Monke
-master oogay
@Ecoutes Moi Amen 😁
Yesterday was so awful that you wish you could just skip it, thats why we call it the pass,
Tommorow is gonna be a chore thats why we call it few-chore,
The next seven days will drain all the energy out you thats why its called the weak.
- Ryan Higa
@@BlobsoR0ck I was wondering what could make you feel that way, but then I saw your name, so I understand now
Growing up sucks . One ticket back to childhood please :(
I want a ticket too...
Người việt lạc trôi
I want one too back to I miss the old me
Yes, one doesn't have a choice in growing up. Eventually you have to grapple with responsibility, the hardness of the world makes you feel jaded and disappointed. But the world you knew as a kid still exists, you only have to rediscover it, after all. You are twice a child, once an adult. If you feel the call of whimsy, follow it. Don't subscribe yourself to the belief that you need to be mature and throw away childish things to grow. Maturity comes on its own, but childish wonder brings life to our world. Without it we are just spectres shifting through meandering shades of grey.
There is no rewind in life. The presence is the past.
The picture reminds me of howls room from howls moving castle.
It does, wow.
Soooooooo Definately 0_o!!!!!!!!!! ^o^!!!!!!+++++++++
I instantly thought that when I clicked on this video
Andrew Martin IT DOES!!
Exactly 😊
I can almost write books in my head while listening to this... This music holds a huge load of feelings. That´s what makes you an awesome composer. Keep the good work!
Thank you so much Angel =) I really appreciate that comment and it put a smile on my face
angelredfield I absloty agree with u
angelredfield I am so happy that I'm not the only person that did and still does this!
Ikr
I finally started to write the book to this music! =D After 1 or 2 year, I could finally write.
The stuffed bed with all the toys and warm light looks so cozy
Even cozier if you imagine her living in a giant dark forest.
I'm only 15 so I still consider myself as somewhat of a child and when I tell people that I have no interest (and even dread) growing up they all look shocked and ask why. I don't think they understand that life doesn't last forever and that the older we get the closer we are to death. Remember, today is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again...
Update: wow so many comments! I didn’t think I would get this much of a reaction, and such positive ones too. I actually just had my 17th birthday a couple weeks ago so reading all of your thoughts has truly touched me. Thank you everyone and never stop dreaming 💕
2nd update: Just turned 18 last month...officially an adult. Coming back to this video and all your comments means so much more now. A lot has changed in my life, it all seems a bit ironical haha. Let’s hope we all keep remembering to come back to this video as time passes and we continue to grow~
3rd update: about to be 21 soon. i actually almost deleted this account until i remembered to check the replies under here. a lot has changed, feels like im slowly losing my innocence. but i believe everything happens for a reason … and everything for the better
Inas J Very smart comment.
2 liter of coke
Amateur Mango 2 liter machine broke. we got 1 liter tho
Inas J By your comment you seem to be an open-minded person. So here's why you're here:
God made this Universe and Beyond.
Angels and Demons were made before humans.
God made Prophet Adam and ordered the angels to prostrate to Adam... all did except the angelic-stature given iblees aka satan.
He promised God to mislead people into wrongdoings. God said that there are my good servants that will never try to fall for your traps.
GOD: As long as they (us humans) would ask for repentance till their souls are not able to reach their collarbones... I will keep forgiving them.
satan left the Heavenly dominions whilst crying.
God sent Prophets with the msg of Oneness of God. All religions says so. Now it's up to you. Research stuff and reply back. I hope you're not narrow-minded like most of the people.
p.s. People will start their rude comments in 3,2,1...
Zubair Mirza
I am actually Muslim but recently I've been questioning the existence of god, afterlife, etc. I am planning to do more research because truthfully I'm scared of ageing and death. I appreciate your comment and good intentions and hope that one day I will be able to find my way in this lifetime :)
-What I picture in my head- I’m walking beside my 8 year self, she looks up at me with sickly eyes, large circles under them, and faintly smiles, telling me it’s going to be ok. She is dying. I hold her hand as we approach this giant tree with a door at the bottom, big enough for her. She looks at me again and says “you’ll see me again, I promise...” I look down at her, “I know..”I replied. I didn’t know when but I knew. I knelt down to her height and hug her tight, she hugs me as well, but she is too frail to tightly hold and she feels limp. I look her innthe eyes, tears streaming down my face, “I don’t want you to go” I say, “I’ll always be here”she points to my heart and she turns around and opens the wooden door. She looks inside with wonder, taking one step in. There is a German Shepherd,husky, wolf mix (my favorite dogs) a black and white baby horse (my childhood dream horse) a baby Siamese cat (my dream cat) and a blue macaw (dream bird) resting on a perch in a cage. There are stuffed toy animals everywhere on the floor is an antique carpet with rustic patterns and a little wooden table for two. In the other room under the tree, there was a bad that looked like the one in this picture, my favorite childhood cheer music was in the background. The place smelled like pine and vanilla. There were flowers growing out of the walls and floral vines covered the entrance to the bedroom she lays down in the bed surrounded by my childhood dreams and doses off into a gentle sleep. I sat goodbye and softly close the door. The light from the many candles inside still illuminated under the door and my childhood was safely secure and at rest but I didn’t know if I’ll ever see it again (IM SO SORRY THIS WAS LAST NG BUT IF YOU READ IT, THEN I HAVE GREAT RESPECT FOR YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYD IT)
MiaJestic that was beautiful
Kitty Collins, aww thank you
that was beautiful you should write some poetry or story about what's Inside your hand. I don't know but, you are a very interesting person to me. I know that is Strange, but, anyway this little story about you give me feelings and I just want to tell you that it means a lot to me. I hope that you doing good and bye MiaJestic.
I enjoyed it.. thank you MiaJestic.. 🌱
Fuck you I'm crying
"Must you go?" I said. " I have too" My younger version said. I grabbed onto her hand tighter. "I don't want you to go! I want you to stay!" Tears start to run down my face. " You'll be okay without me, I promise." She said, as she looks at me and gives me a small smile. As I looked into her eyes, I notice it was no longer bright but dull instead. Her skin was getting paler by the second.
I knew what was happening. She was fading away. "I'll always be here" she said, as she pointed at my heart. I still held on to her hand and we watched the sunrise. I felt her hand start to fade. I looked at her as she was fading. I gave her hug. "I'll miss you." I cried out. " Me too." She said, as she hugged me back before she faded completely. " I'll always remember you."
Was this comment inspired by someone?
...this made me start crying again...
It is so nostalgic
That was so beautiful. I loved it!
@@jeannelletillery9270 thank you !
9 years after its premiere and it is still my favorite piece of music. It's so... Magical.
AYYYY another visitor!! This music really warms the heart omfg
@@YouGoDoe exactly, warms the Heart.
☺️🦃☺️
How do y'all feel about it 10 years after? :)
I discovered this beautiful music tonight and "coincidentally" a couple of days ago, I came across my poem "A Child's World", which I wrote a long time ago, when I was 18 years old. My poem and the music seem to be a perfect fit, with the nostalgic and yearning feelings running through them both. I congratulate the composer. The music has such depth and poignancy!
I wrote the poem because I felt on the brink of adulthood with all its responsibilities and decision making, and I didn't want to forget what it was like to be a child. In a way, writing the poem was a way to cling on to the memories and the feelings of childhood.
The poem may be too long for this space, and I may appear a little self-indulgent, but I'd like to share some of my poem with you, since you may feel the same way about your childhood:
Verse 1.
"Tell me little one, why grey is red and black is white to you.
Why flying rains are fleeting spectrums
And frosted fields elf's heaven.
Has dull Winter some hidden sun
Which thaws your shivering heart?
Does it dwell deep in your eager eyes
And effervesce in your laughter?
Verse 4 (final)
Later, little one, recall the gentle years.
Do not let them dwindle.
Soon the dark shadows of black and grey
Will slyly slip towards you.
So cloud them over with flushed colours,
And let the harsh world's night
Slip slowly into a new dawn
Where love is revived."
This music and the rediscovery of my poem will help me keep my inner child close to my heart!
Complete the poem. Too insightful
Wheres verse 2 and 3 , plssss write the whole poem i love ittt 👁👄👁
Your poem really does go well with the song & it’s really great ❤️
Sue Matthew, good sir, we formally request for you to finish and give us the complete poem
That's beautiful😮💓
Thanks everyone for the kind words, really happy you're all enjoying it. Might have to compose more in this style =)
Peter Gundry | Composer YES , PLZ
Oh yes please, Sir.
Wow amazing 😍 💕 it's one of the best pieces I've heard. Your music tells a story of reminisce
Compose more in this style. It is rich. Beautiful.
THIS close to crying
Comments: crying about "when i was a kid..." and "i wish it was still like..."
Me, 17: still playing with toys, using colouring books and pretending that raindrops are racing each other
C'mon guys. Like, just because your older doesn't mean you can't do these things anymore.
Yeah, but some people cant do it becuz they are scared of how people would judge them and humiliate them in their eyes. World are more scarier when you are not a kid anymore
@@christianschaffner1682 ok cool, they just need to build confidence. Also i disagree with the second statement, since kids still know about the harsh realities of the world. its more frustrating since they have less control of their lives (can't get the by bus by themselves, drive, you have no money, etc) you are denied lots of information that could potentially help you, and your always patronized because you're "just a kid"
@@princedino7396 when you was a kid, people will help you because they know you can't do much thing, can't earn money and can't protect themselves. But it will be a different story when you are an adult, because nobody gonna help you. Nobody even care what is your problem. Because you are not a kid anymore. That is why I think living in adults life are much scarier than when you was a kid
@@princedino7396 You are 17 and i guess you are still living with your parents and u don't need to struggle for live. You will become completely alone, it is the nature of humanity. Everyone will be. You can't be what you want to be everytime. Most of the time you forced to become someone else. I hope you can find happiness even then.
@@l.l550 Your amount of pessimism is stunning 0.0 both of you.
When I was a kid, I loved fairies and magical forests, it's now one of my favorite aesthetics. When I was a kid, mom would always tell me that magic was real, and that I could find a fairy forest anywhere. My mom passed away during the summer, and listening to this made me realize that my mom was the fairy, and our memories together, was ths forest
-I love and miss you mom ♡
Deep in sleep,
The child dreams.
Free from fright,
Free of plight.
A child dreams,
Uncorrupt and forever gleams,
Deep in sleep a child dreams,
Forever pure,
Deep in sleep.
Unknowing of the world beyond. Asleep in his bed in the comfort of his home. Knowing not of plight knowing not the treasure that is youth.
But so the child sleeps, not knowing of the doom called growing up, the doom of being an adult. Can he prevent the inevitable, can he save his youth? My answer: yes he can, as long as the outside world doesn't kill the child inside of his heart, the child which he is right now. As long as he doesn't forget that, he can save his youth, something which all of us try to get rid of upon entering the world of adults.
Storm D'archon here, let me try:
Deep in sleep,
Let him dream
Save him from
Horrors unseen
But when he wakes
His world shall quake
As his laugh
becomes a scream
For a nightmare
will last even
After it has past
But a dream
No matter how
Bright it may gleam
Becomes nothing more
Than a forgotten spark
A shard of light
In a sea of dark
zaidimu isbandytojas first learn to spell but I understand your point
This is one beautiful comment chain that I probably broke...
As a man walks through a frozen world, reminiscing about warmer days; he wonders how he ended up where he is now. How did the world turn so cold?
That's....oddly true
It's called winter :D
That's was kind beautiful well said
Internationally true even for a middle eastern guy like me
@@fatalos6855 (face palms so hard it creates a big bang)
@@dukedevlan5457
I'm sorry ;-;
When I listen to this I think of a kid who never had a childhood because he/she always had a mission to accomplish and as they get older they realised they never had the life that the other kids had
I feel like that kid....
Me
its me.
same here.. its just so sad,i can't..
Reminds of gunslinger girl. Where young girls were forced to be assassins and kill high value targets. They were disowned and forsaken by the world and aso the government took them in and turned them into cold hearted killers. Because unlike the children in the light that always had love, these children were of the dark where love would never reach them. So its kinda sad to think about even if it was from a fictional Japanese animation.
Losing track of the present, locked in the past, forgetting to live today before you miss it too.
Even the younger of us wished to live in the future. Now we wish for the past. We never lived in the now
So apparently everyone is a writer in the comment section , damn
Yes lmao
Writers tend to have the most imagination. Creative minds also tend to endure the most torment when growing up.
You're also a Writer if you Typed/Wrote this.
Writer is just a Class of specialized words.
You can Be a Writer even tho you didn't mean to write anything.
As long as it can Touch or get attention of people.
You are a Writer.
And i am the People.
Haha
I know
You people in the comments are making me have an existential crisis..
Help
I'm a french emerald. Do you think I should:
1-Have an existential crisis
2-Organise a revolution
3-Chop off the king's head
4-Surrender
5-Getting traded for only 3 piece of wheat
Or
6-Not simply be deflected when me and my bros are splashing toward an ennemy
What do you think ?
Emurarudo Spurashuo!
@@turnernator100 Kurai DIO! ni ju metoru Emerardu Spurashuuu !!
@@kiraamvz5280 XD
poorr little girl! itll be okay...
Yeah... Childhood was good. It was like a warm sunlight that appears after a snowy, cold weather. It was fun. We were all pure, naive. We hadn't any responsibilities that holds us back from our dreams we wanted to reach. We thought we would be able to achieve them when we grow up without living any issues. Just reaching out to dreams, that was all. They, adults told us, even so we were kids back then and we didn't think it would be this hard as they said. We fell. We got tripped. We got hurt without anyone to take their hands. We were supposed to not cry like child. We just buried it down, deep into our hearts. We had no idea about how rotten feelings can hurt. We trusted people. We got betrayed by ones who got betrayed too. We got furious, punched walls instead crying freely. We cursed the days we wanted to grow.
We, at least i, saw my childhood breathing hardly at deep dark corner of my heart.
We wanted to act childish, people told us to stop. We stopped. We got stressed, we got depressed.
They were saying it when we were kids too. So, when we were supposed to cry?
We got big physically, but our hearts gone smaller.
No... No... This wasn't the adulthood we wanted.
We were pure. We hadn't our current experiences those times. We paid for it. We bought experiences with our naiveness, sold our pure white hearts to devil time to time. That was the fee.
So what are you going to do with your adulthood? You will waste it while lamenting? You already paid for it. Try to make your childhood happy at least. It doesn't have to be perfect. Childhood is blind to perfectness. It is not important as adulthood sees it.
I really liked your text. I wish i could CTRL C + CTRL V it, but the TH-cam app doesn't have that option. :'(
So, could you put some comment below so that it appears on the Google+ notifications and i may try to CTRL C it there, please? :(
Weralee Asher You just made me cry. Thank you. I promise to love what I'm having now, my childhood.
Weralee Asher whoa!
at least i could cry freely with your block of text,thank you for explaining the pain most of us feel and are not capable of explaining it,i cried all the pain out with your comment,thank you for the help.
oh por dios, acabo de leer todo tu comentario, trate de traducirlo para entenderlo mejor, y según lo que entendí estoy de acuerdo contigo, extraño mi niñez y ¡si! me encantaría regresar atrás en el tiempo y vivir como niña de nuevo
You know whats sad?
Forgetting memories from your childhood.
Having a nostalgic dream and waking up
Going to a place that you used to go as a kid and its been completly abandonned
Growing up and having to become mature and boring so that no one will judge you...
Having to forget your childhood
😿😿😿😿😿😿😿😿😿!!!!!!
😢😢
U made me sad
I had a strange dream i was in my attic and all my old stuff was there..stuff i don't remember having old coins,paintings and toys all covered in dust and forgotten and when i woke up i felt a little sad about leaving it all behind
This reminded me of the house I remember from 5-7 years ago which is no longer in this world. It's been demolished
This song... it made me cry, I thought about my past, and all that I been through.
Auro Lux-you see this is life and in the end no matter how large your contribution the world all deeds good and bad will be swept away by time. so if you don't believe in a higher power please enjoy this rare experience of existence it's the only shot you get, cause you are you and there has never been and never will be a nother you.
+AHSS Leader well said
Too
yeah.........
about my dark past.
After reading all these sad stories of adults missing their childhood, I realized that I need to cherish every moment of my life right now as a kid. (by the way I'm 8 1/2 years old)
Try to write your thoughts about the world and things. I wish I had done this.
Also dreams. They can be really interesting.
enjoy yourself and have fun. im 21 years old, i turn 22 in a few months. i miss when i was your age. you probably will too. take care of yourself, have fun, and let yourself be happy. unapologetically be a kid.
Smart kid. Don't hold back and let your imagination fly as high as it wants, you will get wherever you need to be ,your journey is only begginning
Sad, and at the same time beautiful, how a child can dream of wondrous dreams in such a cruel world...
"I wish there was a way to know that your in 'the good ol days' before you leave them."
-Andy Bernard
When you are young you don't feel real emotions. Yes you might feel happy, or sad, but you are really just learning how to feel. You don't question anything. This feeling is innocence. You don't see the real world. You live in a bubble. At certain points in our lives we lose this feeling. That pure joy that blocked out anything possibly harmful to our bubble. The blindfold is taken off and you start to see. You see the pain. You see the dark corners of life that make you sad. Real sadness. That hole in your heart kind of sad. This is losing our innocence. It's a long process for most people. Some people never fully lose it. It eventually turns into ignorance. You don't want to see the pain, hunger, and sadness. So you continue to live in your bubble, but some aren't so lucky. Their bubble gets popped. They see the pain too early. They see the horrible things that makes the world run. They lose their innocence when their hearts are still developing. Sometimes their hearts can't handle it. Then there are people like me. I had my time of innocence. I had always wanted to be mature when I was little, maybe to fit in, or maybe not. I lost my innocence on purpose. I ripped off the blindfold before I could see. I was in a rush to grow up and didn't enjoy my short time of not seeing how terrible this world is. I lost that sparkle in my eye, when the only troubles I had was what I wanted for lunch. I wish I could tell kids to enjoy it. Enjoy that time of not being able to compensate the things that I hate about this world. Enjoy the easy way of thinking. Easy choices, easy happiness. That short window of time called innocence. Sometimes, though, you might smell a certain smell, see a picture or even a person and the overtaking memories flood back. The colors, feelings, and smells. Nostalgia. The colors of your childhood swirl around you. The innocence gets brought back and you're thrown from reality. The purple haze that isn't anymore.
Phanic! At Fallout Chemical Pilots That is very touching.. :')
That is such a pretty way of describing it
Ryan Ross I lost that innocence in grade 4. I didn’t even want to grow up yet. I’m grade 5 now, what the hell happened to me?
I lived without that bubble since 5, curious about the world and asking questions about the meaning of life since 3. I walked out if the haze peeking out slowly and enjoying what I saw. I enjoyed the knowledge, the evil, the darkness. I was still partially in the bubble so it never scared me. As an adolescent, I stepped out of that bubble and understood it. The beautiful dark corners of the world I loved came into view as depression, addiction and poverty. I was sick, traumatized by what my perfect-impefect would was. Old friends popped the bubble I wanted to run back into, and I was left grabbing at the remains of that hazy innocence.
I built walls around me so I wouldn't have to see it out of sticks, stones, and make believe. I peek over this wall occasionally, but it makes a good defense until adulthood, when I will slowly come out.
You just made me cry.
The five people who disliked must have had a bad day... This track is beautiful
Andrew Rzewnicki they could have good day and after listening to this memories came back sadness returned and he didnt liked that.
Sometimes even if you liked/like something, bad emotions can ruin it.
178* now. oof
@@kinamxe 345* *fuck*
There are dislike bots on youtube too
well now it's about 393 people who disliked but yes I agree.
I'm literally crying. This belongs in a Studio Ghibli film.
exactly !!!
GOOD I MAY HAVE FOUND THE TWO TO TRUST TRUST IS HARD TO FIND BOTH SO PRETTY AND NICE WORK SO HARD EVEN NICE TO MEAN PEOPLE WHAT MORE COULD ONE ASK 4
Finally. I've found the one composition that accurately captures my soul.
Without dreams I'm so alone...
=( , I love dreams =)
As you a im am alone without love
So has Nightmares but what is a Nightmare and a dream they are both the same its that you just find the "Nightmare" Scary.
Dreams are always comforting to some people but not me every thing in life just want me to leave even my so-called dreams
Melodi Rose
Your dreams are you.. you're making them.. so you're the one who wants you to leave.. want yourself to stay, and so will your dreams do..
Maybe your life will want you to stay too..
peace🌱
"I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you've actually left them."- Andy from The Office
Cuddled under quilts, and toys of soft galore,
Our eyes crept along the walls to the closet door
We slept into a certain dream, from an unknown time,
Now we only ever work, do you rember how to smile?
The dim lit lamp on the nightstand, sending shadows dancing on the wall, our imaginations run, hiding behind the nightmare storm, is a cheery sun.
We saw the world much different, but it changed when we were told.
To become a child again, I shouldn't have wished to grow old.
Alice Rai Beautiful 😭🥺❤️
@@ein.mazlan thank you❤ don't cry, maybe our realities our just our vivid dreams, and we are back in our quilts of colors and illistrative stories, tales of nights and princesses basking in their glory.
You should really write a book this is fantastic
I just read this after getting 50% at a test I thought I had about 75-80% for
damn
This song strangely feels like warm hug to me
This piece helped me write a part of the next arc in my novel. For that, you have earned yourself a subscriber.
What is the novel about?
And can I read it,?
Same for me, I'm writing with this music : )
Ouu how long is it?
I'd actualy like to read it too ^^
Close your eyes, listen to this and restore your peace.
be sad berofe the song...
i am very depressed of my life right now. no one's support behind my back. and this song kind of taking me to another dimension and how i wish i can live happily without thinking all of these stupid drama life.
Atikaa _ I feel you went it comes to being depressed man but, I wish I could say this song brings me back to happier times. I had a rough childhood and didn't have really anyone there I could talk to, it was hell for my family, for me, my brother and my mom...
Same for me.
I know that it might feel stupid, but Internet actually helped me in some hard times in my life.
So, as little as it is, you have my support behind your back.
Same.
I miss my past
@@EMMA-jd3zp
Your past is likely to never go away.
Even your personality is forged by it.
Remember your past, but focus on building your present
(Sorry for the bad english, I'm french ^^")
We wasted our childhood wishing we'd be adults soon, and now, we're wasting our adult life wishing to be young again
Why don't we just live in the moment and enjoy it to the fullest before we turn 80 and wishing we were in our mid20s again??
You kmwo what .... thanks ..... you r correct
Sleep well young one the dreams are so sweet now. I hope you’ll never learn how bitter they will become....
Excellent as always, you are uploading loads now! Awesome stuff man.
I agree, this piece is excellent. It has such a beautiful sense of balance, doesn't it. :)
Thanks man =) Yeah man, trying to get 1 or 2 pieces done a day atm
Thanks Robert, i appreciate the comment
Ayyy its Lucas!!! Love your works of art
I also agree, very sorry for the late reply, but your works are simply.. amazing. Extravagant, if you will.
I don't get scared easily.
But the scariest thing in my life is that I know my grandma will pass away someday.
EDIT: thank u so much everyone. thank u so much for trying to comfort me and sharing your stories. It really means a lot to me. My grandma is doing well and i'll keep smiling for her everyday no matter how sad i get.😊
EDIT 2 : So she's gone now...and I miss her every day. This song reminds me of the last days I spent with her. Hope she's doing fine in heaven.
When I was 13, I came to the realisation that I didn't know how much time I had left with my grandma. I decided then and there to cherish the time I had, so I started visiting her every single day after school. I'd hug her hello and tell her I loved her. Every single day, for almost a year. That was 10 years ago now. My grandmother has been dead for almost 8 years. I still feel it's one of the best decisions I've ever made.
Cherish her. Tell her you love her, and that you appreciate the role she has in your life. Don't worry about any notions of embarrassment or anything like that. Many years from now, you will thank yourself, as I do myself.
Space Pope Tobbs thank you so much for sharing your story... I don't feel embarrassed to love my grandma. She is the most precious person in my life after all.
OMG same. I start freaking out when I start thinking about it :(
Hey, it's going to be okay♥️
I also had that feeling and now it`s been 2 months since I lost my grandmother and life is 1000x times sadder and depressing
I don't really know why but these old videos with music and a nice background image really make me comforts me for some reason. I haven't even started my TH-cam journey yet when that was uploaded.
Some kind of magic here due to the music and image. I miss childhood, fuck growing up
Preach brother!
Don't dwell! Embrace life. Create a life worth living and have fun!
Good advice :)
callum shepherd fuck my childhood. I have very few good memories and even then it was just a brief escape.
I can predict my life already, I'm not even in college. Childhood, ruined with my sadistic personality. Pre-teen, ruined with serious depression and existential crisis. Young adult, ruined with betrayal, sudden change in culture and having to hide my true self. Adult would be debt, responsibilities and outliving love ones. Old age would be sickness, lonliness and wanting to go back in time. I'm that one annoying selfish bitch who wants to suicide but can't.
I had a nostalgic dream, it's painful to wake up and realized that it's just a dream
Yes...
I hate that I'm only just now finding this. This is a truly special song. The feelings that both the image and music piece draw out of you are wonderful.
Childhood memories are like old books on a forgotten shelf, bound by time, collecting dust, and telling stories of a chapter that can never be read again.
"In the attic of my mind, dusty boxes hold the fragments of a childhood that slipped through my fingers like sand.
HOW CAN THIS HAVE ONLY 6 LIKES AND NO COMMENTS??!
As a child people told me to grow up. That I needed to be be more “mature”, I looked then in the eyes and sneered. Anyone that said I needed to grow up, act like an adult, stop being such a child when I was young usually got something thrown at them.
It was something I had luckily learned when I was young, growing up sucks.
“ im 32. But deep inside im stuck in my18s or 19s.
Many friends tried to break me from this nostalgic bond. Nothing succeeded. Didnt even come near.. everyone else.. friends, childhood sweet hearts, they all moved along to the future past me. Im still waiting, living in my 90s childhood.. trust me, this music matches the situation and keeps me safe...
😔❤️
im feeling with you
We all need a time machine :’(
@@leem.5917 So in need!
I'm 16. But I am stuck on 8.
"Los pájaros dejarán de cantar
Los dioses dejarán de hablar
Incluso las estrellas dejarán de brillar
En medio del encanto, todo se dormirá"
Мне эта песня не так помогает
Saint seiya moment
The gods will always help us
A nostalgic dream
A nosgalgic dream, so far away yet so sweet
Memories from long ago, suddenly at my grasp
The tragic history of my past
A nostalgic dream, oh how I've come to miss it so dearily
To go back in time and remember it so vividly
A nostalgic dream, it's as if I would not be here if it weren't simple for being me
The smiles and tears making it almost hard to breathe
A nostalgic dream, tell me; will you be lost to me?
It's December 30th, 2019. I am 15 years of age. Another decade begins in just some hours. Another year slips by, fading away the traces of the past, purging old memories from our minds to make place for the new ones.
A really nice new decade....
@@arne1021 ikr
Not joking/memeing but that aged well...
I love it when you can perceive a songs aura for yourself, deciding if it’s sad or happy, hopefull or curious. There’s so much in this and my current mood always plays a part in how I hear the music, each time I listen.
Didn't you see the light
You dream of something and then you end up not having it, what a cruel world, we only reached the ends of having a job and living the world until the last ounce of our breath is depleted.
Have faith in love. When you meet your soul m8 ... Everything changes, you can start looking forward to eternity then, with the perfect partner that you never get bored or tired of... and will always be beautiful to you. Its worth the wait i promise all the pain and regret is temporary and passes like shadows. My love monica rae hess taught me this. Iwill love her forevermore .
People call themselves of being open minded. But I'll tell you something if you can be open minded. That''s a lie. You haven't met God. Or do the intent of meeting him at mass and looking for true love and true intelligence and praying daily to him in order to be who you were meant to be. Only people who go to mass know this. And people who are constant. Just saying. He removes your depression and cleanses you from all your sins and all the root causes of delusion. That's why you pray daily to Jesus. But people think he is just and ornament and only look for him when it's necessary. People look for different realities and loose their souls in those abysms. "'The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone; the Lord has done this, and it is marvelous in our eyes''. God is the owner of thee world. And his kindness has no comparison. People think they deserve to go to heaven, or deserve what they want without being with God and blame God for this.
Thanatosx33 love is probably great and I absolutely don’t want to diminish it, but some people want more out of life than just a good job and a partner
Reminding the mortal ov youth... High aspirations are ace but your statement truly makes me give pause. Its all i would make dua for.
Remember when we used to get magical dreams at night?
Those were the days of innocence 💫
Looking at the picture, it reminded me of how much I want to be a father. I want to have son/daughter that I can be proud of, and I can teach him/her all the beautiful things I had discovered in life.
If the world wasn't so bad I would be a father too.
I 13,turning 14,and there's just something about this and snuggling with my old blankey after playing or watching some old games like happy wheels that i really feel like a kid. As if it was my childhood all over again. I loved those times so much and i try to chase after all the opportunities i have that let me experiance that childhood feeling once more. I did realize that any moment now i'll be a teen and I won't be a child,that I will lose all those childhood memories/feelings. It hurts. I'll come back here every year and read all the comments you guys leave out. I love reading them. Stay strong everyone.
2020: check
2021:
ur a good person
•••BigTuna ••• true but by that age it’s not as innocent anymore
This is a literal masterpiece. I'm listening to this song repeatedly all the time. It's perfect.
Yeah....I also think
The feeling of missing something in the past that even you couldn't remember nor recall is majestic
The picture reminds me of when I was little, and would climb into my grandmothers bed with her and listen to all the stories she would tell me of a different time. Her room would often be cluttered with little trinkets and stuffed toys that were ages old, but yet timeless to me all at the same time. We would talk about when she was young, living in a village with a tiger loose, or the the time she would climb a tree away from her mom when she was in trouble on her farm house.
I miss her very much and think of her everyday still.
I'm always coming back to listen to this masterpiece every 2 years, such a beautiful piece of art.
its been 2 years
When I was a child i thought this world was beautiful and nothing bad could ever happen. Those beautiful and innocent/naive thoughts/moments always bring tears. I just wish to go back and never grow up.
It reminds me of a dream that I probably never dreamt, yet is stuck somewhere hidden in my childhood memories...
Can u check my channel? I'm an amateur composer.
It is strange that I don’t have any nostalgic memories except my old dreams. When I was a child I used to sleep a lot and I always could remember about the dreams I had.
Now I just want to write a book that could carry as much magic as this composition does
Feels like whatever I'm told,
whatever I dreamed of ,
whatever my family meant everything was a lie
I'm just a puppet in the hand of fate and world....
That's what I feel through this piece.
This is a great way to describe me
Not really. You can make your own strings to guide your own puppets. Don't lose hope in freedom, fate only controls those who don't have control over themselves.
This makes me feel like I am at a ball outside in a magical garden dancing with my true love with the wind blowing throughout my hair.
I remember when I was a child, I always wanted to be bigger. When my clothessize went up, I would be happy; when my feets became as big as my mom's, I was excited; and when I grew taller than my sister, I felt like a champion. Now I'm 19, almost 20, and sometimes I just wish to go back to the times I don't remember at all, when I was just a baby, or 1 or 2 years old. I want to be taken care of, not having to worry about anything. Currently, I have no grandparents left, and my parents are getting older and older. I can't imagine how life would be if they left me as well. If only time could just turn back or stand still...
All I want to say is: Last night I was out of my window, watching the full moon in the sky and I don’t know why I listened this song and I started to cry. Compositor, you must feel very proud of touch someone soul, in somewhere in the world 💫
My whole childhood just rushed through my brain.