How things change

I love playing with my nieces.

And nephews [though there's only one of them up here]. They crack me up. They fight to get my attention and they do almost anything for me to play with them.

In case you don't know, I love playing with kids. It's not cause I'm immature but it's cause I'm a kid at heart.

I think they're all gorgeous. They all have big dark brown eyes that lit up in excitement everytime I have something for them.

I think it's cute how their chin tremble a little everytime I tell them off when they do something naughty.

I also think it's cute how they know how to push my buttons - they know exactly what to do and what to say to make my heart melt.

See what I mean?

Even just staring blankly at the camera makes them so cute you just want to pinch their cute little cheeks til they're red and sore.

Exhibit A.

Or wake them up in the middle of the night for a photo-op.

Exhibit B.

And then put them back to sleep so you can stare at them for hours and be reminded how easy life was when you were a kid.

[Me, My cousin carlo, his best friend Paul and I can't really remember the names of the two other kids - also my teacher.]

Yep, life was easy when you were young. You fall down and you get back up cry your heart out, and then your parents put you to sleep.

Then you grow up.

You started dealing with different sorts of problems.

Like which career path to take - Journalism or Business?

Which day to pay your credit card bill - one week overdue or two weeks overdue?

Then you realised you've made the wrong decision - not just in one aspect of your life.

And you go to your mother, like you always do then what do you get now?

You're growing up, you need to deal with these all by yourself

You look at her and realise, she's right. You need to do everything by yourself now.

So you get back up and try to be strong.

You thought what you did was right but then it was wrong. And then you're faced with an incredible amount of remorse for being so stupid but then you can't blame anyone else but yourself for being dumb and useless.

Then along the way, you meet people who deals with the same things as you.

Who feels the same way as you do.

Who calls you up every single day to check up on you to see how you're doing.

Who makes you feel special just by hanging out together.

Who tells you that everything will be alright.

Who tells you that you fucked up.

Who tells you to sort yourself out. To pull yourself together.

Then you come home and tell your mum that you're actually doing good.

She'll look at you funny. Will ask you what's up.

But then you say, nothing.

Because you know you're gona be alright.

Yeah, you deal with different sorts of problems as you grow up.

But your will to survive will always kick in and you'll end up looking forward for the next hurdle that comes your way.