Sometimes, when I visit my favorite place in this world, when I’m wiggling my bare toes in the grass, when I’m staring up at the endless sky, when I’m laying in wildflowers, when I listen to birds’ songs, when the sun is warm and the world is right, I forget. I forget that I’m just one soul in a world with billions. I forget that I’m insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I forget that I have a life and a universe outside of where I am. I lose myself in moments like these; moments where I feel like I could stay where I am forever. I find myself surrounded in the simplest beauty of all, feeling and hoping and wishing and dreaming that I could stay here forever. I look at the clouds, and I wonder. I hear the lake splashing, and I wonder. I look at the empty space next to me, and I wonder. And sometimes, when I’m in this place in the world and in my mind, I lose myself in these moments. And I forget. I forget that someday, I’m going to have to move on, and I’ll have to grow up. Beauty, excitement, and new adventures come with growing up, but so does letting go of the wonder in my current life. I wish I didn’t have to grow up.