tsumi to batsu
a week's gone by again...
read an article, it said optimism is a sure sign of maturity. u cant be having 'life's a bitch' attitude when you're 50 and halfway through your life. Then what has 50 years been about?! It's really quite a shame acting like an angsty teenager when you're in a mid-life crisis. It said you will have learnt about life from all the things you go through. Everything's a learning experience and you grow out of it and grow from it. Family, friends, love, hate blah.
When we were still young, we were still innocent. Who knew about whatever we are going through now? We just cared about going to school to meet our friends, going through lessons without dread, settling a meal with just 70 cents a day, playing hopscotch after school, decorating our classrooms with stars and little flowers, monitors and monitresses bossing over the class, adhering to the duty roster faithfully... and PSLE seemed like the whole world.
From then we have all grown a lot. We stopped feeling enthusiasm for lessons, at some point or another, everyone has had a bad day in school and heave a sigh of relief when it's the end of school. We wonder about the reason for studying. We rush for deadlines and reach home with homework up to our necks. We went out every day after school in lower secondary, then it became a rare thing in upper sec. Now in JC, going out is probably a chore given you gotta fit it in some time slot, check around if everyone is free (most likely someone's free and someone else isn't) and consider your finances. Nobody cares about cleanliness in classrooms. Nobody really notices who isn't here today and who is. We are less willing to give up time to do things like consoling your friend whose pet hamster just died, hang around the entire day doing nothing just so that you can be with your friends and doing class board decorations. Some things fall back in priority and others move up the list. We know there are only 24 hours a day,7 days a week, of which a third is spent sleeping and another half is spent in school, which leaves us 5 hours every day to do other things. We know what they meant in primary school when they said "Time goes and never comes back." We fully appreciate time for ourselves now when we used to be glad to give up some time for others. We learn about the complexity of human beings. How people don't seem as simple anymore, how different people have different personalities. And there are so many other things that we have learnt in 18 years of life.
Next year, we are all going to university. It's no more school. Gee, I'm quite scared actually. Guys will be gone to NS. In a few more years, friends have gotten jobs, maybe a doctor, a hairstylist or a professional online gambler. Everyone will have gotten on track with their lives. Friends will be attached. You meet up with primary school friends, who by then will seem very distant, when you still probably meet a few of them every now and then at this point in time. People whom you used to look down on are doing really well. People whom you use to hate actually don't seem that bad now. Then you have a good chat with your primary school friends, talking about all the things you used to do in primary school. When you're 22, some friends may be getting married already. You start receiving wedding invitations, soon you're giving out some yourself. Before that, you see your best friend with her husband and a little baby waiting to be born. You start to realise the meaning of a 'family' of your own. From here, a new life begins. You watch life progress from a little baby, to a happy bouncing child, to a defiant teenager, to a sensible adult, to an independent individual. Topics with your friends no longer revolve around school like now, it's about family and how naughty your kids are. You get reminded of your own mum/dad along the way. Then before you know it, your child is your age right now, and you're greying away. Then some people around you pass away, either from an illness or in their sleep...then it all starts, people keep going, until you wonder when's your turn.
That's life man...you only get to experience everything once, do what you want while you still can! We never know when it ends, it could be at 60, at 80 or 100. If so, we could either be a third into our lives, a quarter, or a fifth. I think the saddest thing at old age is to forget. Memories are what keep people back and dreams are what take people forward. Dream when you're young, and try to remember them when you're old lol. Anyway, as I was saying, I think the saddest thing is to forget. Maybe that's why dementia is scary to me. Isn't it a pity if you forget all the best things that have ever happened to you when you're 80...? I want to bring all my experiences with me! hahha...
read an article, it said optimism is a sure sign of maturity. u cant be having 'life's a bitch' attitude when you're 50 and halfway through your life. Then what has 50 years been about?! It's really quite a shame acting like an angsty teenager when you're in a mid-life crisis. It said you will have learnt about life from all the things you go through. Everything's a learning experience and you grow out of it and grow from it. Family, friends, love, hate blah.
When we were still young, we were still innocent. Who knew about whatever we are going through now? We just cared about going to school to meet our friends, going through lessons without dread, settling a meal with just 70 cents a day, playing hopscotch after school, decorating our classrooms with stars and little flowers, monitors and monitresses bossing over the class, adhering to the duty roster faithfully... and PSLE seemed like the whole world.
From then we have all grown a lot. We stopped feeling enthusiasm for lessons, at some point or another, everyone has had a bad day in school and heave a sigh of relief when it's the end of school. We wonder about the reason for studying. We rush for deadlines and reach home with homework up to our necks. We went out every day after school in lower secondary, then it became a rare thing in upper sec. Now in JC, going out is probably a chore given you gotta fit it in some time slot, check around if everyone is free (most likely someone's free and someone else isn't) and consider your finances. Nobody cares about cleanliness in classrooms. Nobody really notices who isn't here today and who is. We are less willing to give up time to do things like consoling your friend whose pet hamster just died, hang around the entire day doing nothing just so that you can be with your friends and doing class board decorations. Some things fall back in priority and others move up the list. We know there are only 24 hours a day,7 days a week, of which a third is spent sleeping and another half is spent in school, which leaves us 5 hours every day to do other things. We know what they meant in primary school when they said "Time goes and never comes back." We fully appreciate time for ourselves now when we used to be glad to give up some time for others. We learn about the complexity of human beings. How people don't seem as simple anymore, how different people have different personalities. And there are so many other things that we have learnt in 18 years of life.
Next year, we are all going to university. It's no more school. Gee, I'm quite scared actually. Guys will be gone to NS. In a few more years, friends have gotten jobs, maybe a doctor, a hairstylist or a professional online gambler. Everyone will have gotten on track with their lives. Friends will be attached. You meet up with primary school friends, who by then will seem very distant, when you still probably meet a few of them every now and then at this point in time. People whom you used to look down on are doing really well. People whom you use to hate actually don't seem that bad now. Then you have a good chat with your primary school friends, talking about all the things you used to do in primary school. When you're 22, some friends may be getting married already. You start receiving wedding invitations, soon you're giving out some yourself. Before that, you see your best friend with her husband and a little baby waiting to be born. You start to realise the meaning of a 'family' of your own. From here, a new life begins. You watch life progress from a little baby, to a happy bouncing child, to a defiant teenager, to a sensible adult, to an independent individual. Topics with your friends no longer revolve around school like now, it's about family and how naughty your kids are. You get reminded of your own mum/dad along the way. Then before you know it, your child is your age right now, and you're greying away. Then some people around you pass away, either from an illness or in their sleep...then it all starts, people keep going, until you wonder when's your turn.
That's life man...you only get to experience everything once, do what you want while you still can! We never know when it ends, it could be at 60, at 80 or 100. If so, we could either be a third into our lives, a quarter, or a fifth. I think the saddest thing at old age is to forget. Memories are what keep people back and dreams are what take people forward. Dream when you're young, and try to remember them when you're old lol. Anyway, as I was saying, I think the saddest thing is to forget. Maybe that's why dementia is scary to me. Isn't it a pity if you forget all the best things that have ever happened to you when you're 80...? I want to bring all my experiences with me! hahha...
posted by yanjun @ 9:36 PM
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