A is for Apple

I want to question Robert Fulghum when he said that all we really need to know we learned in kindergarten not because I don’t think he’s right but because I feel that he wrongly positioned me and my friends to grow up so fast. Things were so simple back when we used to enjoy the plainness of our youth. Now, years have passed so swiftly like an ice melting in an Indian summer. So did us, trying to hold on to recollections that’ll never come back. In terms of living and loving, why did everything get so complicated?

Those were the times when all we know is that A is for Apple, one plus one equals two and getting high meant flying on a neighborhood-park swing. Now, we learned that V is an anti-depressant for people on misery, one minus a “plus one” equals loneliness and getting high might cause you prison or worst, your life. Gone were the days when boys don’t share their ice-crumble dessert, you can’t decide on what to dress for your toy dolls and you cry since you lost piko. Now, you desperately make sure you’re perfectly dressed for a first date only to realize that the man of your dreams won’t give his heart to you and you cry so hard inside since it’s over and you lost on a failed game you call relationship.

I remember us having little dreams of our own. Dexter dances like a graceful swan on a calm pond, Benet draws lines and curves and call it art and I, I write about everything I chance upon. But time has its way of changing even the simplest of dreams. Dexter is now struggling just to get overseas, Benet creates advertisements for a small-time company and I, I wasted 4 years of my life sitting on an enclosed space 9 hours a day, only blinking everytime the light of the computer monitor hits my eyes.

What happened to us? When did we stop waking up each day and doing what we really love? I’m not saying that this simple and uncomplicated life is perfect but it’s the picture I hoped I strongly gripped with my closed hands, like a palm holding on to fine sand. I wish I did.