There is just too much to say in one single blog post. So much happens in my life that recording each and every event would be nearly impossible. Sure, I'm not a Kardashian with a hella crazy schedule and hectic day to day life but why not just tell my story (for the fun of it, at least). 

To be honest, I just really enjoy writing. It's basically a part of me. It's my way of recording what I possibly can. Writing has been my way of expression for the longest time. It's my way of coping with the world and whatever the hell it has to throw at me. I remember one of the earliest things I ever wrote as a kid. It was titled "Mommy's Rules". The funniest part was the fact that I never got past the title. (I thought about it. I guess that's a start.) 

And that's where it all began. The aspiration to write; to tell my story.

For as long as I can remember, I have tried to be someone who I'm not. I've tried to be perfect. But trust me, I'm not perfect. I'm the exact opposite of perfect. I'm a mess, but that's never stopped me from accomplishing anything. I've made some really huge mistakes in my past. Some that I most certainly regret. But yet I'm still proud of myself. I'm proud that I learnt to grow from my faults; I'm proud that I get to move on even when things don't go as planned and I'm proud that I can still love no matter what I go through. 

I've never known what I really wanted in life. By the way, I still don't  and yet I'm still standing because I at least know and understand what I've been through. I have come this far because no matter how scared I was, I still let myself be vulnerable and gave life a shot. Life, you hit me hard but I got up and I'm ready for a fight. Bring it!

I always thought that someday I'd be the life of the party. The guy who could make people laugh because he was naturally funny. But you know what? I never will be because that's not me. I am the guy who goes to a party, sits by himself, smiles when you talk to him and says nothing at all, not because he's the most anti-social person at the party but because he just enjoys it. He enjoys boring. He enjoys himself some peace and quiet. It's not that he doesn't want to talk. In fact, he loves it. He just only waits for opportunity; the right (not perfect) time to talk. I am proud of who I am and I am grateful for all those who are willing to just stand by my side. Thank you. (You know yourselves)
I've been doing a lot of thinking, this holiday season and I am just super grateful that I get a chance to live this life everyday. Stuff might not always go as planned. It might most certainly suck at times but I don't mind giving 'suck-ish' a try. It's probably even a lifestyle, if I'm being honest. 

I know I just wrote a blog post but seriously, who the heck am I? You should really ask yourself this question.

Happy New Year! :)

I can honestly say that the world is a funny (but yet mysterious) place. So much can happen in a mere second and yet you can still say that throughout a whole year there was never anything interesting that happened. It is as though a second, in its self, possesses infinite possibilities but yet again there will always be the end of the year when chances are, too much happened for you to remember anything in particular.

Moreover, the end of the year carries with it the burden of self-criticism. As the end of the year draws closer and closer, within us arises a daunting feeling; a feeling that tells us that throughout the year we accomplished nothing. Most of the time, this 'voice' will show up right after you realize the year is over. In fact, it's probably begun. How awful: the regrets of the year's end.

I can personally say that I have experienced these scenarios -- every year actually but it wasn't until this year that I realised the all so inevitable truth: With every coming year I was growing up! Although it's something that we all know will happen it was most certainly shocking to me.

In that exact moment, almost instantly I counted the fourteen years of my existence in this world. I can vividly remember my tenth birthday. Likewise, I can do so with my eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth and even fourteenth. And now I'm only left to picture what the future holds. Sure, it's normal but the most ironic part is IT'S NORMAL! One second you're a harmless kid, the next you're a teenager trying to figure the world out despite its complexity and before you know it, you're an adult. This literally scares me.

I will never get the chance to live other people's lives but one thing that I know for sure is that a lot of people can relate to this. 

At some point we all have to stop being teenagers, right? Then really what is teen-hood? Is it the state of just having the suffix -teen in your name? Is it an in-between childhood and adulthood stage? Or is it just a stage of life with no meaning whatsoever? To be honest, I don't really know. I'm still trying to figure it out. But what I can say is that it is a really crazy and wild adventure. The journey of self-discovery is something that I might not be too fond of but yet I am always willing to give it a try.

All in all, it is only best that I learn to face the truth. Fighting it will change nothing. Even though it is inevitable, it doesn't necessarily mean that it's terrible. I'm willing to give it a try. The more I think about it, the more I see the beautiful adventure ahead of me.

Here's to teenhood. Here's to the adventure that comes with it and here's to growing up. Cheers!