Dear Younger Ones

February 10th, 2007 § 25

(Those of you who are ehem, “dying” to get out of college and “taste freedom”, and earn your own moolah, and get out of parental confines, etcetera.)

Let me just say, it’s a cruel world out here. You can never tell who to trust. And even if there are a few people you can trust around, the truth is, you’re on your own. You get to enjoy your own money, yes, but soon enough you’ll realize that you’re trapped in your own (rat)race, and no matter how big you earn, it will never be enough. Self fulfillment does not come everyday. Criticisms (and misjudgements) are staple. Appreciation is scarce.

If only you guys will listen and believe me, I shall keep reminding you that there’s no need to rush. Trust me, you DON’T want to rush. Do yourself a favor and enjoy your childhood. If you can’t enjoy it, then fight for it. Live one day at a time.

If you’re a kid and you have access to Barbie dolls and crayons and coloring books that you don’t have to buy for yourself because your parents give them to you generously, then play your heart out. If you’re a student and you can spend your afternoons eating isaw at Kalayaan, or hanging out at Sunken garden with a guitar, or cramming for your term paper; and you can go to school in torn jeans, old shirt, and worn-out chuck taylors, then don’t go thinking about pin-striped slacks and stilettos, and payslips, and business meetings, and your own condo unit without your parents around, and night outs after work. I tell you, and you must believe me, life out here is not as cool as we all thought it is.

Then again, I’ve been there. And I was one of them who did not want to listen. So go ahead, see for yourself. Hurry on with your life. Go find yourself a gold thread even, so you can pull the string everytime you want to rush time. Once you’re here, I’m sure, and I need not prove, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

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