Our expectations and yardstick of equality permutates as we grow older and its refine through years of falling, watching, learning, picking yourself up and making mistakes. People don't stay on the same page all the time. If you look back, you will realised how many people have walked into your life, stayed for awhile and continue on with their journey, leaving you behind. There's a reason why people don't stay who they are. We evolve. We grow. We mature. We get tired of one another. We fall out. We ran out of things to talk about. You think everyday see the same face, not fed-up isit?!! You think everyday hear your voice, ear not painful isit? You think everyday talk to you, I very free isit?! You think I really like listening to your broken record of why you hate your job?! Sorry, I hope I did not taint your ideals that I will always remain the same sweet person you met when I was eighteen. I certainly did not stay as that 5 year old who poke her colour pencils into other kids' butt.
Change happens. There is nothing we can do about it. Your best bet is to try to adapt to that change. You may be scared to try something new, but that's okie, we were not all born with dutch courage, just do your best. Rolling with the changes may help you see that sometimes, the grass is greener on the other side.
Eventually in time, we will all see things different and from a myriad of perspective. 5 years ago, your view of the world maybe circumscribed and you are proud to be Malaysian. 5 years later and after spending years in a foreign land, you now have panoramic sight of the world and an arrogant pompous accent. You have been Aussified and can no longer see eye-to-eye with Malaysia. You could no longer imagine yourself living in this sunny all year round country that offers you peanuts for salary, its people whose idea of an effing good weekend is sitting at coffee houses sipping cheap coffee and has probably not heard of the heavenly Max Brenner.
Most people forget that despite the different values, the contrasting opinions, the disaparating expectations, the bizarre skin Corours Colour, the sundry of languages, we have something that is homogenous. We all have a CHOICE. We all have that freedom, that freewill and that colour pencil in our hands to poke at whosever buttcracks ability to choose. Our choices we make shapes our life. We choose to adapt to changes. We cannot choose the circumstances that sometimes life brings us but we can choose how we respond to those changes. We choose to "upgrade" our expectations, from Pentium 1 to Pentium 5, we choose to stop looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses, we choose to set our standards of equality and we choose the people we want in our lives. Our choices are influenced by our values, by our goals in life, by the guiding principles and morals we live our lives by, and by the "current situation" or rather the reality of things.
Eleanour Roosevelt once said, "“One’s philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.”
