Only in a childish way..

I think we grow up not knowing ourselves more than we would like to know. Sometimes we just wonder why children are so angelic, all able to be carefree without having to pretend nor pull a veil to shield themselves from the ugly truth. The truth of having to grow up. Face the world, nothings that simple, I would say to anyone. But its the mean world syndrome acting on my nerves. A ride on the SMRT and i know survival is only for the fittest. Who is to say I am wrong? Few who will be frowned at for being immature. Sometimes I wish i was wrong, that we are being childish trying to kid ourselves into growing up and being the adult that has the right to fend himself. The moment we are set upon a social guideline to define the people we will be, it defeats the purpose of being an individual. The essence of acting without the burden of how others will view you just makes life a little easier to breath. Not having someone breathing down your neck, cause it sure smells bad. Take a whiff of fresh air, the world's not all that polluted with such mindsets. The beautiful thing in life is that change is in the air, it comes and go without anyone to control, but just like death, its bound to happen to everyone. Perhaps I would now start a week of seeing the my life in a better light, make it simple, make it easy, make is childishly annoying till the next time someone slaps me out of the ethereal dream.