times when I wish I was 7 again

I wonder why sometimes people need to hide what they do. Not out of shame, but out of guilt. Yes, we all have skeletons in our closet and they by all means, can be kept under wraps because they are your privacy but you certainly can't hide what you are, can you? If you are brave enough to be who you are, a person you choose to behave, how to speak and the actions you carry, why hide it and only flaunt to some people? What are you afraid of, really?

That we might talk and judge? Oh dear, from little, we are already taught not to speak bad about others. All throughout the history of our family, I doubt mine has been one on the top lists of the PHDs (perasaan hasad dengki) or the ones who 'jaga tepi kain orang'. I think we've been clean and yes, we try our best to stir away from dramas. Though they are very interesting to watch on the telly, truthfully enough, real life events do not give us the similar pleasure it gives the audience. They just give us headaches.

Oh but we are certainly not saints. We do make mistakes, tons of them, every day, but not to each other. We love, and that's the reason why we correct actions that we think aren't good. There is a very distinct line between what's good and bad and I think we all are mature enough, smart enough to see it. I just think there's no need to hide. We're family, we have the same blood running through our veins. Family is the only thing you know who's got your back and the one you could count on when in moments of distress.

It hurts to know that just because we have different views on things, it could create this distance between us. Be it small or big, it matters. And at times like these, I wish things were like the old days. Everything used to be so easy. Now that I've grown up, it sucks to see things from the present point of view. Things are just too darn complicated.



Nak jadi budak kecik balik! :(

2 tissues:

Anonymous said...

I wish to be one, too. But I can't afford to go through the paths/processes that make me now, ever again. Life isn't a bed of roses afterall.