This was inspired by the thread of my replies to JP's blog. I should pay attention to what I say more often. Or re-read the things I write. Out of the abundance of heart, the person blogs. Out of sheer Introspect and reflection.  I caught myself off guard talking about how much the lives of young adults (the aspiring-to-be-but-no-longer-teenagers) seem to make a pretty bold statement about when life ideally begins. I mean I'm more than all about having a great time and hanging out and what not. Eventually, the novelty of all that wears off...So now you want to kick it up a notch. Spice things up. Pizza parlors are old hat. The malls start to look the same everywhere I go. So there. The urge for something a little more scintillating and perhaps daring (with caution). Something that'll validate my becoming a grown up.
Suffrage. Driver's licences. Disposing curfews. Credit cards. Or something as simple as being able to commute (alone). These are just the little definitive things I like zooming in and taking at face value. Sheesh. Could I be MORE superficial? That's how I feel now. Stagnant. Left to fester in the little freedom and space my age permits me now (both legally and parentally). The hype of being 15 is GONE. Or am I just not getting the bigger picture? Don't get me wrong. Conservative has been my lifestyle for as long as I can remember. But here I am! Trying to break the mold once more. But perks aside, and analyzing it in different aspects, values, hues, shades and angles (whichever way you prefer) in the lives of my favorite young adults (I won't mention who), is my idea of being at the prime of one's life...coupled with the responsibilities I wasn't ready to face. Not now. So why can't I have one without the other? Can't I have less of what I bargained for FOR ONCE? I figured after so much haggling and negotiation with forces beyond my control, that I CANNOT sweet talk my way out of the natural course of life. So if I have to wait another three years till I could legally drive and stay out all night with my friends, there's nothing I can do about it. So elementary. So BASIC. One can do without all this fuss. Yet one can pretend to be so dense about it and still try out other options. Good luck. I guess MY only option really is for me to live out the title of this blog. Seize the day. The moment. God has puréed life into smaller chunks that we can chew, savour and digest little by little for us to enjoy. For a period of time, it felt repetitive and cliche. But REALLY sinking my teeth into every God given moment in my life TODAY and making it all worthwhile with Him, gives my life more meaning than those little aspirations I have to wait for in the future. I need not classify myself as someone still wishing she could warp 5 years into the future. Let's face it. Think of all the birthday parties I'll miss. Those guilty "go-dutch" gimmicks with my friends I thought I outgrew. Prom. THIS is the bigger picture. And I wouldn't miss these for the world.
 | wesoid wrote on Oct 20, '07, edited on Oct 20, '07 ah yes, freedom.
not being told what to do. not being told what not to do.
doing what you want, when you want to, where you want to.
most important: being given ENOUGH trust that you won't screw up when you're on your own.
when i was your age, i was extremely frustrated that i wasn't allow to study outside the country. and i wasn't like bratting around back then coz it was on scholarship: 100% free.
1 year after that, frustration again coz i wasn't allowed to get my own pad near UP. that after i've made computations that it'd be cheaper. and, man, how very convenient it would be for me - no long, tiring commutes!
but, you know what, frustrated i was back then, i never rebelled and did anything stupid. breaking the mold isn't all bout getting all the freedom we want. some things are really beyond our control - like being too young - and we have to live with that. at least, till the right time comes.
and maybe to make you feel better, you *are already* breaking the mold. you demonstrate very mature thinking for people your age. in fact, even more mature than some young adults i know. you know why? foresight. (but, don't be like me with too much foresight, too little livin the present)
break the mold, break the stereotype. look around brent, look at your batchmates, look at what they are doing. you want to break the mold, do what they don't. best them at what they're already doin.
you write well; so, keep on writing. few young people write. it scares them. but, you, are a natural.
for the few others who do write? they write about the same things - new material possessions they want, teenage angst, friends. you want to break the mold, write about other things. sure, keep on writing about the above, after all they make for interesting writing and reading. but, write about other, more profound things, too.
like i said, look around you. look at what people around you are doing. you start doing the things they don't do, you break the mold. you beat them at what they do, you break the mold. just don't do anything stupid (i know you won't). |
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tama, glowie. make the most of it. what i wouldn't give to be 15 again. being 21 is fun, but you're right. there are responsibilities that come along with the priveleges. i'm proud of you :) |
 | we just have to enjoy every season in our lives. it only comes once. ;) |
 | This reminds me of John Mayer's "Stop This Train"...I LOOOOVVVEEE the way you write, so natural, so rich and sincere, and sensible...with your firm love for Christ and your parents' work in u, you have a very bright future ahead of u! |
 |  ah yes, freedom.
not being told what to do. not being told what not to do.
doing what you want, when you want to, where you want to.
most important: being given ENOUGH trust that you won't screw up when you're on your own.
when i was your age, i was extremely frustrated that i wasn't allow to study outside the country. and i wasn't like bratting around back then coz it was on scholarship: 100% free.
1 year after that, frustration again coz i wasn't allowed to get my own pad near UP. that after i've made computations that it'd be cheaper. and, man, how very convenient it would be for me - no long, tiring commutes!
but, you know what, frustrated i was back then, i never rebelled and did anything stupid. breaking the mold isn't all bout getting all the freedom we want. some things are really beyond our control - like being too young - and we have to live with that. at least, till the right time comes.
and maybe to make you feel better, you *are already* breaking the mold. you demonstrate very mature thinking for people your age. in fact, even more mature than some young adults i know. you know why? foresight. (but, don't be like me with too much foresight, too little livin the present)
break the mold, break the stereotype. look around brent, look at your batchmates, look at what they are doing. you want to break the mold, do what they don't. best them at what they're already doin.
you write well; so, keep on writing. few young people write. it scares them. but, you, are a natural.
for the few others who do write? they write about the same things - new material possessions they want, teenage angst, friends. you want to break the mold, write about other things. sure, keep on writing about the above, after all they make for interesting writing and reading. but, write about other, more profound things, too.
like i said, look around you. look at what people around you are doing. you start doing the things they don't do, you break the mold. you beat them at what they do, you break the mold. just don't do anything stupid (i know you won't).  I really appreciate how you even took the time to listen to a 15 year-old half ramble. A blog of a reply if I should say so. And you are SO right in every way you put it. To put it simply, I couldnt agree more! :)
I never really had any issues with my parents being...well...parents. They never withheld any good thing from me in the first place. But there's always a question of trust that stand illogical for obvious reasons.
I mean, my mom let me cross the international date line ALONE. But she wouldn't even let me cross the street unaccompanied. She let me go through customs, Security checks, baggage claims and airports almost bigger than a city alone but not the MRT. I just don't get it. Moms.
But you hit it smack dab when you made a point about what Breaking the mold is all about. That really floored me. It can mean so many things and not just breaking the rules and trying to act
"street".
Foresight. Wow. Never thought of it that way. :)
Thanks for shedding some light. I guess if I REALLY wanna break the mold, I should break the norm. Or something to that effect. I've already had a start with what music I listen to, books I read, and things that pique my curiosity. Some call it weird. Some call it individualistic. I call my own. But these things only bubble beneath the surface. I mean if I break the mold, I'll break it in broad daylight. For the world to see. Just to make a statement. Nuff said.
Thanks. I feel it's one of those vent blogs that make sense in the end. Oh and t'was your because of your blog too. Spur of the moment.
Nah. I wouldn't dare attempt anything stupid. I might end up breaking something else.
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 | hey! i'm reading a good book right now.
Chasinig Daylight
its a good read! |
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