I have a confession to make: I’m afraid of growing up.
I’m afraid of becoming so sensible that I’ll forget what its like to be silly, to laugh at the strange rather than to scowl, to smile at the world rather than to suspect, to ponder on meaningless nothings rather than to focus incessantly on surviving Life’s so-called vicious cycle.
I guess my fear was my source of inspiration when I first coined the Rojak quote:
‘Silly Things Keep Us Young.’
Indeed. =)
I watched a man who was taken away from a world he was comfortable in to join a rat race of a corporate world. At this point, I am reminded of an observation I once made:
‘Strength is staying silent over one’s sacrifices.’
That was his sacrifice for the people he loved, one of great magnitude, and he keeps silent over it, concealing it, assuming the people around him do not know it. Little does he know that these watchful eyes have seen his frustrations and his kept-away dreams. I have seen what the corporate world has done to this man, and I do not like it. It has an extremely high tendency to ruin the people who join it.
I suppose I’m afraid of coming to a crossroad like this man once did, and I’m afraid I won’t have the courage to be able to make that sacrifice. If I choose the road less travelled by, but for my own comfort…would that be a show of bravery or cowardice?
I’m afraid of making decisions…decisions I know I will have to face when my time comes, whether I’m ready or not. At that time, I will still have people to turn to, but both choice and consequence of that choice will rest on me alone.
What will I do when the ball is in my court?
Today, I made 2 independant decisions. The effects of these 2 seperate choices have not quite made their mark on me yet, at least not strong enough for me to evaluate whether both were correct or not. Time will tell. Regardless though, the ripples of today will spread. The echoes of today will reverberate. What is done, is done.
It’s time to move on.
Enough said here.
