TURN BACK TIME

Once upon a time, I was strong. I was assertive and carefree. I believed I could change the world. I would fight and fret to get what I believed in.
Looking back, it seems like something altogether scared. There was an honor in fighting those battles because I had the belief that I can win.
It’s so different today. I look for by lanes. I seek compromises. I settle for win-win as against win-lose. And I have forgotten what it meant to take a strong stand. I have forgotten what it meant to make up my mind.
All throughout I worry abt how others will take it; wht will they think of it; will anyone support me; will anyone accept me.
I used to be a fierce lioness, priding myself in being able to stand out alone. I ve come to be a meek sheep, trying to fit into the heard.
Once upon a time I was young. If this is what growing up does to people, if this is wht is meant by maturity, I want to go back to being young and fearless once again.