What sort of events constituted our memories?
We don't have much exciting stories to share.
So much of our lives together have been spent studying.
We smiled, because we managed to complete that particular chapter.
We frowned, because we didn't do well for an exam we studied together.
We quarreled, because we couldn't agree on where to study.
And we all we did share was the reason, no emotions.
Is this really the life we want?
I've said it before,
next time, when I have the chance,
let us see the world, experience our lives,
together.
If,
we ever have the chance.
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What have I gained?
I've spent my whole life studying,
and to the very end,
I ain't exactly great at it,
and I haven't achieved a lot.
I enjoyed the process,
but what have I reaped?
Knowledge? The path to success?
Not exactly.
I sowed the dispensable with irreplaceable time and energy.
I'm not a geek, nor a nerd.
I've had my time to hang out with friends I love,
spent my energy on the sport I like,
worked the job I enjoy, and
slept the sleep I need.
But I really haven't seen the world,
I haven't experience any life.
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It's time for a change.
It's time I start planning for the real future.
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In the next ten years to come,
what will be the most exciting things you've ever done that you'll wanna tell people you interact with?
Not about getting 16 distinctions out of the 20 exam papers I've taken,
not about getting champions with the team I played with,
not about loving the girl I want to marry, still, ever since I met her at 13,
not about working since 14 years old to earn my own pocket allowance,
not about flying an airplane in the sky with my instructor fast asleep,
not about the 42km that I've been running every year and the 72km I've marched,
not about having the courage to jump out of the plane hoping the parachute will deploy,
not about achieving Redcon one, holding multiple appointments, promoting to CFC,
not about having a 50% attendance for school and ended up being the top few,
not about being born in a family so imperfect, we've shared tears and laughter every day,
not about having a Mum that supports everything I do, even tattooing,
not about having a Dad that wakes up at 3am just to keep me accompany,
not about having so many good friends around that will readily die for me; correct me if I am wrong.
One of these may be what you're dreaming of and dying to have the chance to boast about.
For me, I don't deny, it used to be;
now, they're forgettable.
I want exciting stories,
really exciting ones.
