To be completely honest, I believe that this article would not be having any central and deep insight; nor would it have my bickering of social and anthropologic issues. Instead, I am writing this article today just to talk about my life thus far, and what's been on my mind as my number of age struck the specific number of 18.
To a lot of people, it is not hard to understand the significance of reaching 18 years of age. For better or for worse, a human being has endured the nuances of puberty and the experiences of growth, to the point that one who went through that could now be awarded the title of "adult". I, like many others before and after me, have always desired the age of 18. It seemed like passing 18 years of my life entitles me to further freedom and glory as a full-blown "adult". Despite this, I found myself being less and less enthusiastic about this number as I got closer and closer to it. To this day, I have no idea as to why, though I must assume this old age of which is imposed onto me is be getting onto me.
I am looking forward to many things after 18 years of living. University life, rich platonic relationships, a long-lasting romantic relationship, etc. I say this as how I've always said it, in that life is usually lonely, and that everyone is usually in it for themselves; but through the monotonous grey of the crowd, one would often find some droplets of colour splattered amongst them. I hope to find more colour in my monochrome view of the world, as how I have found them in the past. I hope to make impacts and affect the world in proportions which are beyond my life. And most importantly, I hope to continue this loving family of which my parents have dearly provided for me since my conception 18 long years ago.
I have a lot of people to thank.
I first thank my parents, for they are always the light during darkness; for they are stubbornly stupid enough to stay by my side however tough of a battle it is with life; for they are the only people thus far who has given me unconditional biased love, through it thick and thin, through fire and ice, through it all. I love the both of you, even if we do not say it often in the household. I will do my best to soar high, and you shall see the fruits of your labour, however long that might take me. I will replicate what you did for me, in my own family, for both of you have done such amazing work in raising this meatbag that is me.
I then thank my great group of friends. You all know who you are. Those who stayed by me during the dark times, who trusted me enough to take refuge in my care, who allowed me to express myself, who genuinely cared for me regardless of what the outside world said, who formed the brotherhood of which I have dearly loved, who was willing to lend me a listening ear during incidents of immense grief. I thank all of you. I will try my best to never forget any one of you. My beloved Science 2, especially.
And finally to everyone that I've met thus far in my life. Those that I have just met in university, who are reading this wondering why this bloke writes so much. Those who have hurt me, who are obviously not reading this. And those who came in and out of my life in times past. Thank you for shaping me into who I am today.
I am eternally grateful. And I shall be looking to experiencing another great 18 years.
Happy 18th, 2 words, immense meaning
~Cheerful :D
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