The new year means new beginnings, new resolutions, new convictions and new experiences. For me though, at least for this year, the new year means I am one more year older; one more step closer to being grouped into the “adult” category.
Although I’ve already expressed this thought, I don’t mind stating it again: I loathe growing up. If I were offered the chance to live in Never Never land as a teenager for the rest of my life; I wouldn’t hestitate to take it.
Sure I’d be devoid of the freedoms that come with the adult world. But really, I actually find driving a car annoying. Sitting in bumper to bumper traffic on a hot summer day while a cloud of smog and haze obstruct my vision is not my idea of an adult luxury.
I’d much rather enjoy the ride in the passenger seat taking in the scenic views of the cars in the lane next to me; while bopping my head to music blasting from my iPod.
Plus, once you know how to drive, you unwilingly become the designated chauffer of the family. Trust me, I have run more errands driving my siblings to and fro than both my parents combined!
But, I digress. As life unwillingly drives me forward; I willingly cling on to old memories. Its not that I long to live in the past (at least, I hope not). I just love to remember. Life was so simple back then. I was more happier; we all were. Continue reading Living in Memories.