nobody grows old merely by a number of years. we grow old by deserting our ideals.

true?

as much as my brain tells me to agree, my heart will never do.

i have been thinking i am going into this stage.

i am trying to formulate the feeling until i see this being quoted by my friend.

this exactly represents the process.

i am not saying i am that boring mature guy.

i am refusing to be regarded so.

but, i am now starting to desert my ideal.

until i reach this small sensitive sh*t called dream.

its full name is "my ideal dream"

i am preparing myself to do something related to my degree.

but you know,

i have this all wild thoughts of doing this and that.

but, actually it is okay for me to desert all of them but one.

there is one that i guess i want to keep.

and if the time is right, i'll make it alive.

if doing so makes me immature, that's fine.

i have peterpan as my friend anyway. ;)

at least from my point of view,

i just want to mature in a different way.

so... dear my dearest dream,

if the time is right, i'll make you alive.

so, please do the least, keep hanging on there.

you know what?

God is never wrong.

knowing that. it comforts me.