It's been so many years since I've stepped into the arena of adulthood; even though I always was an old soul, it still took quite a lot of time to properly get used to all this "adulting".
When you step into your adult years and take on life, you then realize how special those carefree, and youthful years were.
Sadly, back then we were so focused on growing up, we never really took the time to appreciate our childhood. We never took the time to peruse over the lifestyle, responsibilities, and sacrifices, which all come in a goody bag, along with all the age and "freedom" of being an adult. We were young and naive, power hungry, we wanted to be our own bosses. We failed to recognize the fact, that in search of authority, we were trading off something priceless.
We would now have to bear the consequences, be responsible for our actions; suddenly, one day, that safety net of ours would disappear, and no one would be there to break your fall.
There's not much worth cherishing about life right now, it's all going in a circle, a loop, all too dreary. Whereas back then the routine used to be quite repetitive, but every single day would hold an experience, a memory, all worth cherishing.
Waking up at around 6:30AM for school, which surely was a pain in the back, but after that little hurdle was taken care of, I was ready for a new day and some new memories. I would be present every day, not just physically, but mentally too; except for Math classes haha. I've received countless certificates for my punctuality and impeccable attendance over the years.
The routine at school starts with me grabbing my seat around the middle rows, which helped me maintain a balance between mischief and education. Even to this day, I prefer my seats to be in the middle; whether it be any common seating area or public transport even. As I grew older, slowly my merits of impeccable attendance did deteriorate, but I did have my reasons.
That big ole campus of ours is still as evocative, I remember every single corner of our school premises; from the open fields of soil to concrete, to the many passageways and entries leading to our classrooms. Three big units, housing students of different grades, age and sizes, I grew up studying in every single building; six years I've spent in that campus. Made a lot of friends, a few enemies even, I guess lol. Fell in "love" a few times, newly enrolled beauty left and right, it was all quite irresistible at that age and time haha.
Pranks, broken glasses and furniture, fractured bones, game winning goals and scores, the daily race towards the cafeteria during break time. Avoiding the principal's room wasn't an easy task, but we would try our best to avoid that route.
Through the eyes of the teachers, I probably was the kid that was loved by a few, misunderstood by too many; a black sheep of some sorts, a nuisance at times, and a blessing on some occasions. Capable in many fields, but usually the last pick from the classrooms to the fields.
Amidst the students, I was the unpopular among the popular, but known by many. If anything, "popularity" actually decided to follow me outside of school; whether it be the usual hangouts, afterschool coaching sessions, or just being known in many circles. I would get along well with people, which is surely plus point, probably still is.
There's no such thing as perfect, but now as I sit here and reminisce. Looking back to those days, they surely do look quite perfect from here.
In life, and in the arena, I'm still lost; I seek guidance, I ask for directions, as I slowly tread ahead. There are a few companions who do help in keeping me in line, there are a few certain key characters in this story, but even most of them feel lost at times.
For now, life is a mix of seriousness and a lot of stupid things, and some of us are here are in the middle, trying to balance it all out.
