Saturday, December 6, 2008

My Last Day Of 19 Years Old


My last day, living as a 19 years old boy, there comes lots of thoughts and memories. And I finally realize how long is actually 20 years. I guess this is how it feels, to have the memories and experiences for 20 years. It is in fact, a long period of time and can make all the differences in one’s life, though time is a impudent one, that it passes so fast without coming back, second by second….

Learnt a lot about the facts and truths of life, the world and of course myself, that the world is governed by the principal of equivalent trade, that people will have to sacrifice something in order to gain something, at least until now I still believe in it. We will definitely gain something, when we have put effort on something, whether it will be a good or a bad consequence is another issue, depending on how we define good and bad. In any case, we gain something that others didn’t in the end.

Tomorrow will be the day I walk into my twenties. Growing up, it means more freedom, respect, power; at the same time, more responsibility, expectation, problems…and I understand now that why certain people want to go back to their childhood. I guess if you can’t run away from it, then you should just prepare and face it with everything you have learnt. Time never stops, this is the reality… it is life, after all.

And so, I bid farewell to the last day of my 19 years old…