Growing up

After some careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here’s what I’ve decided. There’s no such thing as a grown up. Since graduating high school in ‘98, I have reduced my comfort zone to my house; and venture a new world, thus leading to a cycle of more fear to the land of metro Kuala Lumpur. We move on, we move out, we move away from our families and form our own. But the basic insecurities, the basic fears and all those old wounds just grow up with us.

And just when we think that life and circumstance have forced us to truly once and for all become an adult …( I called my mum a while ago)

… your mother says something like that.

" Tai Boy, No matter how old you are now, you'll always be my 12 years old "

' Hmmm' Or worse.

" I remember you're crazy over Dragon Ball cartoons last time" "What mum?"

Or something like that. Don't get me wrong, I really love my mum. I really do!

We get bigger, we get taller, we get older, we get fatter or thinner. But for the most part, we’re still a bunch of kids. Running around the playground trying desperately to fit into our unnatural society. I’ve heard it’s possible to grow up. I’ve just never met anyone who’s actually done it. Without parents to defy we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way.We whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark.We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope. Against all logic. Against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope.