Growing Old Is Inevitable, Growing Up Is Optional

Another year has passed un-noticingly. All I can say is “Wow.”

It really sucks to know that I’m 27 next year. The bell in my head keeps going “Dang! You’re old. Dang! You’re old.” I don’t even act like a 25, not to talk about joining the 27s’ club. I still laugh like a dork and weep like a new widow as I indulge myself in TV all day long, I’m mesmerized by fairytale-like movies such as “Enchanted” (I hummed the song till I fell asleep after the movie), I still look forward to the thrill rides in Universal Studio, I will still want a PSP for my birthday, I’m like an energizer battery when it comes to fun. BUT, I have to be a mature thinking adult aside all that because it is an inevitable fact that I am someone reaching 30.

So… what makes me an adult that meets the requirements of a 27?

Well, let’s see… I do have a stable job with a nice name such as “Executive” but my salary certainly doesn’t meet the mark. I have a stable income with some savings but I can afford no credit card. I contribute to the Family allowance but it’s just enough for my Mum to spend it on 4D (Haha… It’s her long term hobby). I have life experiences but no personal love experience. I give friends adequate advices but I spout nonsensical jokes too. I solve problems with a cool head but fumble at times with new ones. I mingle well with people but I can’t connect well with the top management level.

So… On the surface I do meet the requirements. Hmmm… If growing up is indeed optional, I would really rather not. But face it, we do. Growing up isn’t all bad I guess. In this society, growing up is a way to protect ourselves. With life experiences (painful or not), we are able to avoid from being hurt or deceived. We become wiser after each. If we ain’t wiser, I wouldn’t say we are stupid to not understand or know the consequences of certain decisions. We are just stubborn. Stubborn till we are roughened up, knowing that we can no longer stick to what we thought was the way, we switch paths. Simple as that. And so we toughen up and continue to brave through life. That is really the way of life isn’t it? Otherwise, end it, which I wouldn’t call that life anymore cos it wasn’t cherished.

Conclusion: I’ll just be playing with Barbie when I want to (hmm… I never do play with Barbie, I go for He-Man) and be Lois Lane when I have to. Hey… Growing up is indeed optional!