Growing up and tired

Children never think about energy. They simply move, run, play. Their power comes straight from life itself, not from coffee cups or energy drinks that we adults chase for a quick spark.

Growing up means learning to count our energy like money. We split it carefully between work and life, always checking the balance. What used to be a simple "let's go" becomes a long debate in our heads.

Maybe there's still a trace of that pure energy somewhere inside us. I want to believe it hasn't completely vanished with age. And while I don't know exactly how to find it again, I keep searching - past the coffee cups, beyond the tired excuses.