Have been feeling this urge to pen down (or in this case, type) my thoughts amidst the nostalgia mood in this wee hours of the night.




It all started when I downloaded this wallpaper app in my phone and began using it.
I found out some Slam Dunk basketball wallpapers. It was an old-school anime that I enjoyed as a young teenager.
And during my balling days, I liked these two particular guys in the series; Ryota Miyagi the PG, and Hisashi Mitsui the sharpshooter SG.


And then my mind drifted to my secondary school days. Everything was awesome.
Basketball, Kamen Riders, being the class clown, enjoying my studies, heartbreaks, brotherhood, and oh, FREE TIME.
Pretty much sums up all those days.


And as I went along and grew up a little,
Life gets progressively harder. True. Sometimes progressing exponentially even.
Maybe one of the definitions of maturity is the proper etiquette according to the society's norms that you have to wear it when you are out and about.
At least that's what I have come to discover on my own.
Heh, I remember I once wanted to forego my boisterous, immature attitude just because I wanted to impress this girl I liked back then.
Hahaha. What was I thinking.


But that's how I slowly unravelled the meaning of maturity. At least, one of the definitions.
'Cause I myself realised, that I now pretty much know what to show, yet at the same time still embracing the perpetually unchangeable kiddo inside of me.
It's still in there. Getting bored at times. I know I still have it.
It's just that I can't really show it anymore. It just doesn't fit for my survival.
All I hope is that I won't lose him. No matter what.





Because I believe that's what I truly want to be.
Because I realise that it's the best side of my pathetic self.
Because I know that's how happy I can be.

02:17
Up, up, and away!