Gothchyld's Diary

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christmas

22 December 2003 @ 5:10 p.m.

christmas is a time of joy, a time of evaluation, a time of confession.

Looking back it is surprising how I seen life, I overestimated myself in year 10, and wasted my time thinking I would be doing good. And believe it, I used to jinx people for fun, only to realize that things can come back worse - in fact, 3 times worse.

Now I notice that life isn't as good as you think. When you are a child, things are always new and adults forgive your mistake. 'They are still young', they said, and you would be happy that no one blamed you for spilling the water.

Though, childhood innocence did not last long, soon time flies and you become a teenager. I heard that teenagers are supposed to have the best time of their lives, before suffocating in the world of work. However, it is a time of self-realization or world-realization to some of us, noticing that the world isn't all that perfect and adulthood isn't much good to look forward to. (i mean the money and stress) But at least by adulthood, we can change the world.

As an adult, we suffocated. Some of us even hate children. I understand that they could be annoying - but weren't eveyrone once a child before? We moan about work, our bosses, the world, but maybe we can also have a happy life - making out with your signficant other, having children so on?

Later on, on your retirement day,you may finally realize yourself. Or maybe you believe that you can finally relax and have the younger generation to look after the polluted world that we live in. I know some people despise death, but unless you are immortal, it is still something to face. When you close your eyes for the final time, farewell to the world. (Lots of death theory: heaven, hell or summerland and reincarnation, depending on what your religion is.)

I know it may not be the right time reading this, but let's hope in this christmas, we can enjoy world peace. And the refugees can brave the winter and see the beautiful spring.

Merry christmas,

Gothchyld

May the world be peaceful for a moment, at least for a minute.  

 

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