I always knew that if I were to measure the twenty-four years of my life against this scale, many years would have been considered wasted. Every year, I longed for something to happen, something that would make my life meaningful. Whether it was the joy of achievement, the thrill of romance, the excitement of adventure or the sorrow of great loss.
And luckily for me, the world had given me a fulfilling year in the past year, which I could firmly say it didn’t go wasted. It was a year that I found myself shedding tears more than I expected. Tears as a result of experiencing the world, discovering the emotion that I didn’t know I had and losing beloved one. It was a year that I learnt the meaning of love…and hate. And above all, it was a year of great friendship. Reconnecting with many old acquaintances and, more excitingly, discovering two great friends in life. Friends who knew me, who cherished me and who supported each other in the journey of love and life.
So, here were the stories of all the people and things around me…as evidence of our youth, once being so ignorant, so daring and so very adorable.
And luckily for me, the world had given me a fulfilling year in the past year, which I could firmly say it didn’t go wasted. It was a year that I found myself shedding tears more than I expected. Tears as a result of experiencing the world, discovering the emotion that I didn’t know I had and losing beloved one. It was a year that I learnt the meaning of love…and hate. And above all, it was a year of great friendship. Reconnecting with many old acquaintances and, more excitingly, discovering two great friends in life. Friends who knew me, who cherished me and who supported each other in the journey of love and life.
So, here were the stories of all the people and things around me…as evidence of our youth, once being so ignorant, so daring and so very adorable.
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