I was walking around Midv yesterday to pick up my altered jeans and get snowflakes for the sister. As I walked around, I noticed a few bunch of high school kids, prowling around in packs. Laughing at funny antics and playing pranks. Life is really much simpler at that age. All one has to care about is the final year exams and nothing much, maybe a wee bit about relationships too.
There I was, clad in formal clothing, walking towards the car park. I never really hung out with friends much during the earlier years of high school. Would always watch how cliques waited for cabs outside the school gate on Saturdays so that they could head to the newest mall for a movie or two. I was always on the outside. I thought about how much have grown. Mentally. No longer worrying about grades but rather appraisals and projects. The sister is already 17. At the age that I worried about getting chosen for NS and wondering if I would be able to pass SPM with flying colours.
I was just grinning to myself as I watch those high school kids walk pass. Kids aye. Hahaha.. Those that I have come to know this year in youth group have made me smile again and again. Not just smiling, caused me to worry as well. For them, things they get into, they do not worry much but I worry for them. Who’s not to say someone is worrying about the things I get into. *shrugs*
I’m not perfect. And over the years, I have been meeting crossroads after crossroads. Having to stand there by oneself is the hardest thing ever. I’m intrigued about why people always leave. How they detach themselves from people/environment/things that USED to move them to the core of their being?
