a penny for ur thoughts, a pound for mine.

contemplating:
about the changes,
about how much we've grown,
about what am i going towards
about what i am now.

looking ahead:
nothing much,
just like what others have become.
everyone heading towards the same direction,
how tiring it is.

i wanna ask, like a kid putting up her hand in a kindergarten class:
why are some things deemed as important to people,
and why are others not as important?
why do some put merits before other things and some put others before self?
are our future all about what we have to achieve or does it depends on what we can achieve?

i realise, as i grew older, i get more timid.
people no longer seem like what they seem to be.
one can never understand the thoughts of another anymore.
scary, indeed.
tired of guessing.
tired of being in the game.

in other words, i was in the game even before i realised i was.
how scary.