Whilst growing up, my sisters always told me of their childhood [not that I've really grown up, and not that they've stopped telling those stories either]. It sounded like the "perfect" thing, ever. Riding bicycles straight after school, hiding from dad and watching "Home and Away".. Or waking up early to go digging in the back garden for some fresh snails and ladybirds, to make some sort of "Magical Potion".. That's just the beginning of the many wonderful stories I've grown up with..
Shafina always used to tell me that I never really had much of that.. I mean, yeah I had [ahem. *Have*] imaginary friends, and had all those toys and everything you have when you're a little spoilt girl.. But I never had that kind of atmosphere. The riding-your-bike-and-racing-to-the-sweet-shop, to see who could buy the most with their left over eid money. I had stuff like, doll houses, Kitchen sets, kitchen trolley sets.. And so on. I always used to bug Anisa to play with me, but obviously she thought she was too *cool* to play with me. *Cough Cough*..
I was looking through my older blog entries over the past few days.. And I was so.. Shocked. I've changed so much. I write about such depressing things. Such.. low and boring entries.. Surely, nothing that drastic has happened to me for me to become such a serious person, overnight. For heaven's sake.. I'm only 18!
Looking back at when they were 18.. They were SO different.. Shafina was just leaving her "I-love-Coolio-but-Oasis-is-better-phase".. She made friends that were so laid back, and I hardly ever heard of their *problems*.. I mean yeah, whilst growing up you naturally witness something or another that isn't very nice - Parents fighting; Friends betraying you; Your first [or second] rejection from the guy you thought you'd marry and have kids with.. And so on.. Sometimes, you witness something that is far worse than all of this - Death; Critical life situations; Leaving someone you love.. Etc. But when Shafina was in school, all we ever heard of was funny stories.. How her best mate banged the car door on her leg on their prom day.. Or how they'd always make plans to go somewhere, but stay in instead and watch the same movie again and make the same sandwiches again. Whatever it was, they were content. Her and Anisa have silly memories like that to laugh at, all their lives..
However.. Since then.. The world has gone "wonky".. Girls at 12 have babies, and kids at 10 have been found taking drugs.. Some of us have been forced to grow up so quickly.. Whilst others stay immature till they're 30 or so. I mean, at this age I find myself contemplating about such adult-ish matters. Yeah, I know I can't stay a baby forever.. But I'm 18!! And yet, I find myself in constant deep thoughts which make me DEPRESSED.. Something that wasn't even familiar with the young generation till about 15 years or so ago. I mean.. I actually have moments where I need to be reassured that I am loved and doing successfully at college. Isn't that what people need during their stages of mid-life crises? Why so.. Am I that way? Why do I think so much? Why can't I go out there and have fun and do silly things?? Why am I always so gloomy?? Sigh.. This isn't the age for it.. Well, it's never really the age for it.. But, especially now. When your life is just getting started, and you act like you're 65 and say things like " Why*back in the day*..".. Seriously, how old do you think you are? Do you really want to look back on your life and say "I didn't live.." I guess not..
We're all still so young. Yeah, life does move fast. Massive issues arise.. But why should we need to deal with them with long faces and cry ourselves to sleep every night? You're put through all the trivial things, so that each time you come out on the brighter side of life.. That should be something to look forward to. Isn't it?
Why not start tomorrow, by telling someone you love them.. Or.. By smiling at the bus driver who looks ever so tired.. Try that. It makes a big difference in their day, and makes you feel happier too.
So here's wishing you all, a better day tomorrow.. Wake up with a happy memory or something that makes you smile..
3 comments:
Fluffy pillows and candy meadows....
thats a beautiful entry Sanaaa
awww! ola!
lol..ola.
go fog *fumbs uf*. if vein haffy fog. life is vutiful.
theres such wonders out there you can eat...=D
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