You wait and wait for the right moment to arrive but you soon figure out that such moments just don't come by that easily anymore.
One knows they've reached that certain age or point in life when they get satiated with the things around them - things which may no longer serve its original state of being cause they just can't match up with our expectations anymore.Like,how some certain things/people no longer aspire you the same way they used to.how you get jaded with the prospects of going to work or uni;the idea of jumping into a pool from a two-storey building no longer excites you in the same way it used to;how every day resembles a repetitive and vicious cycle that repeats itself;how you wake up one day only to realise that the person sleeping next to you is not the one you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.Y'know..stuff like that.
It scares the hell out of me.
I don't want to be accustomed to the feeling of being jaded,Gof forbid that.And mostly,I don't want the inner child within myself to leave just because I'm growing up.It doesn't HAVE TO be that way,does it?
Well,that's when you suddenly realise that you desperately need something to hold on to,something to remind you of the enthusiasm or the immortal spirit you thought you once had.Just SOMETHING or ANYTHING for you to cling on so that you don't fall into the clutches of the ugly realities in life.
Oh well.At least I still have one thing to look forward to: the promise I made to move in together should me and my friends end up winding single by the age of 30.
Talk about growing up =P
Otherwise,I'd like to think that somewhere in this small world,there's room left for me.