Forgotten Familiarity

Did you ever remember when theres glimpses of moment where things are as perfect as they are. Where the world is what you ever imagine it should be. And you have no regrets on why a particular things happened in the past. The world, nevertheless violence exists and deceitful, offers the purest sanctuary where you can heal and pull yourselves together again.

When I was a kid, its easy to remember that the world is a harmless playground that we can try new things and mistakes are to be made as much as you can, and even you as a naive child knows that, these mistakes are regarded essential, the more you do it, the more you learn. And throughout these process it is understood that Perfection is imaginary, and Imperfection is relative.

For example, first bycicle ride lesson. Spilling milk on the table. Not leaving your teddy bear somewhere. Picking the best dress for Grandma's visit. Kissing Mom the right way. Loving Dad the right way. Talking to Ngah without getting him mad. Endless.

I hate complicated , so I choose to be back to basic. Rather than being a typical "kiasu" adult, make mistakes as much as you can and learn from them. Stop complaining about the world , start changing yourself.