when you were younger, you dreamt of what you'd be when you grew up. you wanted a title representative of the amount of care, patience, and love you h(e/o)ld for others. you wanted responsibilities that highlighted the commitment you ha(d/ve) to the well-being of others, even if that mean(t/s) untangling some parts of their past to make for a better future.
now, you dream of then, wanting to revert back to when you carried an undeniable innocence and curiosity for people and life. when you had a surplus of chances to give and kept no record of wrongdoings. admittedly, that sounds foolish, but there's nothing worse than losing the fight you ha(d/ve) in you and the hope you ha(d/ve) in others.
the tragedy in the matter is that you're playing bystander,
when you're the protagonist in my narrative.