Adulthood

Growing up is hard.

If possible i wanna go to school forever, not worrying about the fees since my parents are paying for it. I wanna come home with meals on the table, all set, all prepared. I wanna be given some money for shopping, hang out with friends, without worrying i'll end up broke.
I wish I could be a kid forever, and my parents could be young forever. But they can't. They age, every single day. I can see a glint of wary eyes, tired of living the same life, tired of working, never making enough money no matter how hard they work. How age starts taking a toll on them.

It's a reality i couldn't see when I was a kid. But as i grow older, it's clearer than ever.

Now I know why peterpan doesn't wanna leave neverland. Because reality is harsh. It's a jungle out there. Only the strongest can survive. Can I survive? I'm not sure. I'm very much a child regardless my age.

I smile less and less. I laugh less and less. Even the funniest joke doesn't sound as funny. The funniest tv show can't make me laugh anymore.

Now I laugh at the irony of the world. Laugh at myself. Staring back at the reflection in the mirror, trying to find a part of my soul that is strong, firm, and brave enough to set out to the sea. Brave enough to sail, even in the hardest current and the biggest wave. Ready to take on the world.