Mesmerising?

There are some things that made me cry, but when I look back at it, it's not that bad, and it's the things that made me smile.
But what do I know? I am just another human, like any other beings, I'm not perfect.
Look at my age, I'm still young, about sixteen or fifteen years old, but I already understand what bitter pain the world resembles.
Look at you, an old woman with sticks holding you up so that you wouldn't fall, still mesmerising about the past, bound by it and cannot move forward.
The generations had changed into a better one, I hope. And maybe, I can prove it, not someone else.
Through my writings, I know what life is like, little by little, slow but surely, the future is in my hand.