A New Chapter

 "Start writing a new chapter, for if you live by the book you'll never make history." 
-Ben Sobel-


Time has cheated on me.
I've been making untold history for almost twenty two years now and I can never seem to recall when was the last time I shouted for the ice cream man to stop - the minute I heard him coming,played hide-and-seek,climbed up the trees and plunged into the river,sneaked out after the rain and fished for tiny tadpoles (which I claimed as 'baby fishes' back then) in the deep,clear puddle,ran up and down the hill,rolling in the mud, and of course, first day in school.
"Wait, did I go through all that?When exactly?" I heard myself asking.


Those were the times that no matter how hard I tried to rewind, let alone claimed, appeared vague.Now that I'm considered a young adult (according to mum who refuse to believe that I'm 18) and are eligible to work,more and more things keep me occupied.I noticed that I keep forgetting the small,insignificant details which might not contribute much to work prospects,but may affected the person in me.I fear that eventually I'll forgot to how to live life.It is one of the many major concerns I have in mind.

From the moment I learned what 'ambition' means, entering the varsity was not an option anymore.It's like you're obliged to go through the tertiary education system and you're so doomed and screwed up if you're not.Fourteen years ago,life wasn't as complicated as it used to be now.Back then,I would say life is bliss.Ironically,I still complained how my live was a living hell and no more than a mere threshold.Ungrateful brat!

When I was eight,people were more well mannered,no children were missing,no babies were simply thrown away like some broken toys,gruesome murder cases were scarce,people don't simply kill others out of jealousy or hatred,sweets and ice creams were cheaper =P, and I was 8 years old.Well,although the economy was on the brink of a disaster,what could be worse?As any other middle class family,we didn't have a lush,plush life but no one died of severe starvation.Not that I knew of.

Talking about globalization,economic and social growth and what not,I'm very much aware of the fact that we're growing.I'm more worried about the direction though; either we are moving forward or backward.

And some say that I dwell in the past,trying to run from the present day - unable to deal with it wisely. Yeah,in my age,who did? I must stop and look back once in a while or I'll lose control.Reflecting deflects,you know.
The past is a part of who and what I am now.Sometimes,the act of treating it as something insignificant cause this severe aggravation of annoyance in me.It's foolish to make dumb remarks about something that we're not really familiar with and worse,it proofs plain stupidity.And worst enough if accompanied by an immature childish streak.It's okay to be childlike,but definitely not childish.Now that I'm ranting pointlessly,I might as well be called "childish".Thank you very much.

I guess it's in the nature that we nurtured.All in all,I believe there are myriad of choices I could make in life.Shakespeare wrote, "To be or not to be.That's the question." 
I asked myself, am I the 'to be' or the 'not to be'? Ready or not,I have already opened a new chapter in life.Funny,I still haven't close the previous book for I'm not done with the final chapters yet.There are still pages left unread.Is it possible to read two books at a time?
And I would not say, 'time will tell' because it can't this time.