When you're 15, you found out not all things are beautiful, even love fades. You urged to gain more knowledge & experience, thinking that you might make thing different the next time.
When you're 16, you realize good is sometimes fake and bad is not really bad, everything has a grey uncertainty. You feel a little disappointed and also wondered.
When you're 17, you know life can't be meaningless, you are more hardworking than ever, you thought you might be changing the world when you can't bear seeing people starving while some people is wasting even if your mom tells you this is the fact and we probably can't change a thing, just make sure we're rich to waste.
When you're 19, you doubt when people around you started to earn their first salary, also enjoying their life while they're studying in school, having their meaningful life that you once thought it means nothing, and you hold your dream still. You still want to be a little different.
But sometimes, when nobody reminds you about your dream, you forget about it.
And when you're 25, you're living their meaningful life, having more fun thinking that commitment can be made when you have had enough joy.
When you're 28, you have a career, a husband/wife or probably a child, you can't leave all these behind, you say you can't be selfish. You can't anymore pursue your dream.
Then I don't want to turn 25, when I have to look into reality too hard.
I appreciate every remind from my little brother & my best friends.
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