Everybody is asking me why I look different lately… Even my mom said to me that she barely recognized me at the airport when she went to fetch me last holiday. To be frank, I don’t have the answer either. I guess it’s a part of growing up. I am 22 this year. When I look at the people around the world who share the same age with me, I feel like I am a dweeb. I feel small even though I am not small anymore.
At the age of 22, most of the people will start to build their life or at least try to settle down but me? I still stuck in undergraduate school, being a student who still dresses like a high school student. Thus, I think this is the time when I tell myself that I need to grow up. Pronto! I don’t really have time because I am not a kid anymore. After returning back to my point of origin, so to speak, I learnt that I need to grow up. I admit that I am still learning a hell of a lot every day, about myself and the world as a whole but I have in a manner of speaking rebuilt myself, and for me there is no more looking back. I wanna be perfect in what ever I do or present.
As for the little things in life, it’s been a bit of a mind job from a point of observing too much people of my age around the world to listening to my thoughts to change, and then being almost like a new person, with a whole new outlook on life. What a whirlwind this past few months have been. Only the future knows what will happen and how I’ll deal with it all, but I am preparing myself even though sometimes I have to just muddle through the best I can.