I miss my youthful age. The time when I have nothing to think except how to pass exams, how to win the softball match, where to go this weekend, watching asian series and cried together with best friends, or should I go swimming this Saturday. Everything seems so easy. First years of working was quite fun too. All I think about was only to enjoy my work, got paid, and saves money. I used to think I can do anything in this world. I used to think that I can just hop in to the next flight and went somewhere alone, unknown. I used to think time as nothing, it’s endless, and everything’s possible.

As the number of my age getting bigger and adulthood approached, I was introduced to a new word: responsibility. A noun that feels heavier and bigger than just a 14 characters put together. There comes monthly bills, mortgage, credits, the future, work, deadlines, routines that seems to suck all of my youthfulness and left nothing but the (sometimes) bitter of life.

This is dangerous. Routines and responsibility can make me forget myself, my dreams. I hope along the time, I can stop and re-think of my dreams and compose strategies on how to reach them. It’s not going to be easy.