What is the first question that comes to your mind?
Where is he going? That's what I consider the most common question that everyone has, but if you really think about it, there are many more questions as well.
Where did he come from? Where has he been? Why is he walking that way? What is his reasons?
Who is he?
Most people are mostly concerned about what happens in the future. In fact, some people spends all their lives preparing for their futures that they forget to live in the present. But does one's past matter?
In my life, I have met people from different backgrounds. Rich and poor, male and female, smart and dumb, from the east and from the west. People have their thoughts and mind that are different from one another. And one can find out so much about someone else by simply talking to them, but I wonder, what it means to really know someone.
I came to my own conclusion that it's impossible to really know someone because getting to know someone is not only about knowing about all the characteristics of that person. Knowing someone is aseeing and witnessing how someone changes and adapt to the environment around them and since change is constant no matter how you try not to be changed by your environment, people still change.
"Change is inevitable. Change is constant." - Benjamin Disraeli
and that's probably my biggest fear right now. I fear that I will change into someone who is completely different because of my environment. I fear that my existent as a childish and foolish self which I treasure will become obsolete. Maybe I just don't want to grow up, but can you blame me? Grown-ups are boring.
The past matters as much as the present and you won't be able to have a future without it. Maybe my future is not yet a clear path right in front of me, but I am quite certain of myself now and where I have been so I will just try my best in being myself through the rough path ahead. I don't want to grow up to be just another guy looking forward for life to happen.
Life happens once and it is happening now.

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