I wonder..

Time goes by so fast.

I take a look at my family albums.

I see me and all cousins are so young and happy playing together.

We don’t know what we will be, who we will be.

We don’t give a shit to all problems which are chasing us that time.

Really is a fantastic moment. I wanna be like that again. So careless

But I’m starting to think that being mature isn’t something that we have to worry so much.

Sometimes, being mature means that we can see world more beautiful.

Well even we will know world isn’t as beautiful as we see before.

Sure! I, sometimes, feel tired about being mature.

Can’t do something I really want, can’t say something I really like to say.

One we can’t deny, is destiny.

I just can say one thing to myself, and maybe to you.

Enjoy your life, while you still can.

Don’t be sorry for being a grown up..

Regret always come later.

The funny part of my thought is,

I keep thinking about most of my cousins are getting married and having children.

and I wonder that my time is getting closer to be one of them. Married person, I mean.

I shudder at the thought of me being a parent. and married.. I keep wondering, married to whom?