Its kinda scary, 8 more months and i’ll be 25.
I always fear being 25, i set it as a mark-point in my life. TWENTY-FIVE, omg, i need 5 hands to add up the figures. But lately, i’m starting to see things differently. Yes i’ve changed, changed for the better. Not sure if i’m trying to console myself, but i tried not to dispose my own act.
I see the world with brighter eyes, i feel the world with a wider heart, i face my friends with a broader smile, and i reply my parents with more patience. I start to savor the simple food that i am given, i start to smile and say thank you to those whom i detest, i know what is not meant to be and stopped asking why, i start to enjoy the silence i can find, i know time is fast and i cant catch up, but the path to happy is there for me, and i know i will make it there, very very soon.
The goals i have set for year 25, i feel no pressure because i see myself standing there. I’m looking forward, for the day to come, the day where i have no burdens, but lotsa luggage, because i am travelling around the world. My hard disk space will be max out with beautiful pictures, my passport will be tattered with all countries stamps. Oh my i cant help, but to smirk like an idiot with my geeky specs on. I’m sorry if you’re gonna envy over my travel-around-the-world, coz if we work hard, we’ll get our fruit.
