"You're only 22, stop acting like 52."
"Oh why do you really care about all those stuff? You're still young. Cool down."
"I don't understand why people commit themselves at a very young age. I wouldn't do that. I still want to be free and live my life"
"Worried? Of course I am. But I just don't think about it too much. Everything will fall into place some way or another"
"You're like my grandpa stuck in my brother's body"
***
Human life expectancy is about 70. But people tend to move on in their 60s.
I'm 22. That's a third of the journey.
If a lifetime is to be measured in a day, it is now 8 in the morning. I've just woken up from a night's rest. I'm full of energy. May it rain, or may it shine, I will still make it through the day.
I can, laze around, watch TV and maybe take a nap, waiting for things to come up before I go out and play.
Or, I can plan out what to do today, and hope everything get to be done before the day ends.
Because when the sun finally sets, you'd realise that almost the whole day has gone. And it would be too late to do some things.
As the darkness of the night creeps on, your body starts to ache, begging you to get some rest. And when you lie yourself on the sofa, in front of the TV, slowly, your eyelids slide down like the final curtain after a great performance that was your life.
And there's nothing else you can do when your eyes are closed.
So why not plan my day while I'm still fresh and my eyes are still open?
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