I was Google-ing (stalking) an FB friend and thinking how scary Teh Internet is (cause of all the information that i was able to find) when i decided to Google my own name to see what results would appear. To my surprise, despite being cautious about posting my information online, i came across old posts ranging from 3-9 years back. Internet probably wasn't that scary back then.
Anyways, i tried to cover up my tracks (heh) but sadly i couldn't remember the email and password to delete the related posts. So i said, "The heck with it, it's all part of growing up." So here it is, in its full glory, a poetic post i wrote in a board some time back in 2005.
maturity,
is like a barrier,
stopping us from acting like a child,
setting up a mindset that we must act our age.
happiness,
is what everyone seeks,
it's not hard to find,
you'll just have to open up your heart.
but when happiness meets maturity,
those tiny bits of happiness won't seem so great after all,
responsibility overwhelm everything,
and all that is left,
lingers bitterly in the mind.
How's that?
I was surprised i could come up with something like that at that age. Probably is what people call emo these days.
After that i came across an old post of mine back in 2009 whereby i was having a self-realization moment. Reading it gave me comfort, knowing that i did learnt from my mistakes. But it also scares me to think that i used to be able to write in a way i couldn't now.
The wise said, "However sharp a knife is, it will become blunt if you do not sharpen it from time to time." I guess this is what is happening to me now. Well... it's still not too late to learn from mistakes.
Now, where is my knife-sharpening stone...
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