A very tiny insight of my recent trip during this summer holiday.
More is to come as time goes by.
Inked with post trip withdrawal symptoms in mind,
The constant excuses of being young
was the way to get out of responsibilities.
Acting like a teenager and getting away with it
was the last of it.
Being rebellious was a stage
that could be covered with one eye.
As I turn 21,
reality finally sinks,
as days of real struggles creep in.
Responsibilities increased, spending time on people who don’t bring me happiness decreased.
The need to grow up overnight vanquish all other worries.
And at a certain point in time,
growing up did not sound as fun as I’d imagined when I was 10.
Nevertheless, with the friends I have besieged,
and the family I am constantly surrounded with,
the inevitability of being alright cannot even be fully expressed.
All my life, I have been blessed with being given so much more than I give. Gratefulness does not even cover the feeling I have. Because of the love that has been constantly showered upon me, the need to become a better person than I was yesterday has enhanced. I wish that for all whom I know, would be blessed with the happiness they deserved and top notch health.
Thank you for being part of my life and I can only hope that you would continue to sit on my roller coaster ride.
Inked with tons of love, indebtedness and new adulthood obligations in mind (and heart),
Time is of essence. No amount of money can buy time.
A recent conversation with a friend of mine made me realise, time is one thing that we regret the most. Every time we feel regretful, it is always “being in the wrong place at the wrong time” or “if only I could rewind time”.
After that conversation, I thought to myself, why is it that we always look at the bad side of things? Why do we always throw ourselves a self-pitying party, crying over lost time? Why can’t we all just focus on the memories that we gained from all that we’ve gone through? Somehow, we subconsciously do things our minds don’t agree with because we are swayed right at the decisive moment. That is the start of the “if only” midnight thoughts and the I-just-want-to-stay-in-bed-and-cry-my-eyes-out days.
There is one thing I know for sure. Time flies. It never stops.
We are always going to have things we are going to regret but how we handle the situation determines how we pick ourselves up from it. It is either you regret it so much that you will always be stuck under the control of it and continue to lose time or you smile and think of the good that you got out from it, no matter how much you might still regret. Which one do you choose?
To all out there who are are filled with many regrets because of time, learn from it and forgive yourself. It’s time for you to get back up on your own two feet and know that you are not alone. You will always have people around you who would help you through those dark days and will be walk you through to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Food for thought overload. Maybe it was because that conversation happened after midnight (which explains the sappy sentiments) or maybe I’m just having a melancholy night. But my brain has definitely got its nutritions for the week.
Inked with thoughts of what my next meal should be,
Hong Kong | June 2015