Peter Pan
As the years rolls by, I can't help feel less excited for the new year. The long realization where I'm an adult is unsettling. The daunting thought that I am getting old looms time after time. Coming face with my own mortality is quite humbling and depressing. Such thoughts is not without warrant with the economy and the gradual decline in society. I also fear of regretting of not experiencing something worthwhile before turning thirty. There's personal struggle on my part to not be a wet blanket.
I desperately need to grow up.