Eight

I used to think that life is easy. When you stumble into something, you stop and continue moving. But it's actually more than that -- there's more to life than just to live.

When I was a kid, I never needed anybody but myself. I was so engrossed of living alone that I never noticed who cared for me more than I did. I cared for no one but my self and a little for my family, that's how jerky I was before.

But then again, change is constant. We always learn to let go of the traits that we used to have and start living according to the needs of the society. I began to be dependent and at the same time, independent. From then on, I considered other people's opinion before I proceed and decide.

Apparently, no man is an island. We cannot live alone, because if we can, then most probably there's something going on deep inside your brain. With that, go see a doctor and have it cured! Kidding.

But anyway, when we were young, we used to live on the other side of the planet. We fail, we fall but we still stand up. That's how we were, but I was different. I started playing with other kids when I reached the age of 8 -- and that's soemthing I ain't totally proud of.

Maturity came to me the moment I saw the need of company. I felt so matured at the age of eight, thus, I thought most likely like those who were already 12. But I lived fine and I found it cool. I strive harder than those who were of the same age as me but I felt more pain over them -- and that's the hardest part.

Living is not totally about contenting yourself, but making yourself think you are indeed contented of every little thing that has been offered right in front of you. When you're too busy picking up the smaller pieces, someone else has to pick up those larger, visible pieces you never noticed. It happens everytime but you never care.

Right now, I live according to my plans and at the same time, according to my own will. Live life to the fullest and you'll totally enjoy every single detail of it!