Contradicting.

Now that I'm bidding goodbye to my teens in 2 months time, I kinda wonder why was I so eager to get rid of the teen behind my age when I was younger.


Sometimes I wonder what's the significance of removing the teen behind when I reach twenty. Why isn't it called twenteen instead? Does it mean that I totally have to give up being the youngest in the family, start supporting my parents and giving up my dreams? Once I started working, I feel the need to stop being the youngest one and start being the sensible one so that my parents can retire earlier and enjoy life. I feel even more pressure to grow up with my 20th approaching. Suddenly I dread my birthday this year. But the time will come sooner or later. So I'll still have to face the big two o soon enough. 


I guess growing up must be a painful for lessons to be learnt. Why dread this when you can embrace it? Life lessons learnt earlier could mean an smoother and easier life ahead. I need to be stronger.


Mummy, I'm sorry for getting mad at you.