Life sometimes feels like a place of infinity, filled with all sorts of chances and changes. But it surprises me (in a bad way) that when I look at myself, I have not done much at all, and the key is still hanging on the door knob, with the door to Narnia remains locked. Sitting here in front of my laptop, if I could go inside this magical window and peek, I wonder how many people out there are living behind the screens and asking the same question?
We are a generation so spoiled with having choices. If there isn't any options left for us, very likely we will lose the definition that represents us. I am a spoiled kid, yes I am. When my friends are taking advantage of the holidays to earn some pocket money, I wake up every day at 10am to various choices of breakfast, chicken rice or wan tan mee, fresh orange juice or milk, mango or banana. I don't have to worry much about starting my job before December so I will get the bonus or if my initial salary is enough for my monthly expenses, I grew up with choices, lots of them. See, I am spoiled.
When I was 13 I couldn't wait to be 16 because it seems like a number that will make everything less stressful; and when I reached 16 I dreamed of turning 20, the age when you can call yourself young adult, so much sexier. And then one day, like may be right now, 24, I am 24, fuck I am getting old. So instead of embracing my sense of age and wisdom, I start looking for anti-aging products.I don't want to have wrinkles or partial dentures, or have my testicles dropped. I know where they put the papaya, tomato, lemon in tesco, something about being anti-oxidants. I know La Roche Posay because they produce this anti-aging cream which I bought one from Paris for my mum and I end up using it a little.
I seem to be constantly fighting and not just accepting, but somehow I am glad that I am 24, the age when I will fall on the floor and have my face scratched, hopefully I will fight hard enough in someway to stay alive (and young).
How about my door to Narnia? I don't know, I will deal with it later. Now, cake for dessert, or fruits?
