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How come when you're young, you cant wait to grow up, but when you finally grow up, you feel you're growing up to fast?

"I thought you liked the Flintstones!" said my mother, and i was thinking, yes like 15 years ago. Life is tragic that in a blink of an eye, the people around you change so fast you can barely keep up. I feel a tinge of sadness in my inability to pretend that i still like the Flintstones. Midnight suppers, i see old man at the coffee shop eating noodles by themselves, their solitude illuminated by eerie serenity of a city sleeping for the night. They have children somewhere surely, i wonder where they are. I dont want to grow old and realise one day that ive lost my child to society.

I wonder what point is it in life that you feel the need to have a child. In the past it was a way of life, then it became an obligation, but not anymore. They are a liability. Your parents spent their whole life toiling away to support you and see you through school, only to miss out on your childhood and the time you were growing up. So what was the point again? Woe to the modern girls who say they want to have children to make their boyfriends happy and love them a little more. I can only think of all the lost time and lost youth that they will regret throwing away when the time really comes.

Im at the brink of reality. I'm trying to stay in school for as long as I can, why are people so eager to grow up? Life is tragic because at my age, people start to hustle and scramble for this future of theirs that they want to build. These are the type of people that get a pat on their backs because apparently they are grounded, they know what they want in life and they've got everything set on track. Sometimes i feel desperate in this whirlpool of people clawing at each other to get a step ahead. Who knew that the word "internship" would become the golden word of every undergrad's resume. Is having that one line in your CV so precious that parents worry for you till no end when you cant get one? Why should you be considered any lesser if you didnt have one? Would you be willing to work for free?

I can appreciate the value of a dollar, but stupid are the people who only learn to work hard. That is why the rich get richer and the poor stay poor. There is no need to understand the value of the dollar anymore. Reality is that underage girls can parade around in a mini skirt and get 5 times the amount a graduate office worker stuck in a cubicle earns. There is no such thing as hard work like there is connections. Know the right people and you will climb up, you will get places. This is why life is tragic.

What happens when you cannot see an end. When you feel that everything you are working up for some particular point in life comes to a naught. When you realise that you die one day and everything disintegrates and goes with the wind. Then what is the point of working your guts out now?

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