untold

i wonder whatever happened to the child within? that innocence. inexhaustibly optimistic, that feeling that you could achieve anything and everything. bravely chasing clouds, horizon's no limit.


i wonder what went 'wrong' as we 'grew up'?


we learn. we become smarter. we love. we suppress emotions. we trust. we lose trust. we become accustomed to the so-called reality and the paradox we live in. we observe, and realize how ugly people can be. we fell into the trap of making barriers to protect ourselves... but alas, cynicism substituted our optimism.


we open up to the world, only to be bruised and betrayed. we meet people who preach of many things, feeding us sensibilities, telling us what to do, and how to. "this is the way of the world", they say.


the untold
the ugliness
the difficulty
the things they call sensibility
wrecks yourself
or at least the optimism

goodbye clouds. hello world.


but then again, why should we ever submit to this. i've always had much more respect for children compared to most adults i've met. to witness people growing up, and to see this exuberance just fade away... is sad. also, to see grown men and women merely content with their nine-to-five jobs is beyond my comprehension. [though it makes sense in a capitalist economy to have 'workstation-fodder' - a term my lecturer came up with, which does sound degrading actually] i guess idealism can only go so far, but still, that isn't the point.



the untold
the ugliness
the difficulty

the things they call sensibility
wrecks yourself
or at least the optimism

the clouds are clearing up
but i am still holding on


i don't want to grow old, and regret what i haven't accomplished, or even attempted. for Johann Goethe said, "Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."