I guess, due to the nature of the things Labour Day just ends up marking the end of one parcel of time and the start of a new one. Somehow, even after all this time, the thought of this day still dredges up memories of high school back-to-school jitters, the mental determination to perform, and the freshness of the school uniform after not having worn it for months. I can still imagine the maroon cardigan and the smell of starch in my ironed shirt. Back then, that was my life. I had nothing else to do than to study hard and to get the grades. I don’t think I even had a concept of having good grades getting me into the right universities. No, for the longest time I just did my best in my classes because that’s what school was all about. In some sense, it was all kind of like a game, wasn’t it? Life was simple in that regard.
Fast forward to today, now. Here I am thinking about my career and how I should be positioning myself. I’m wondering about how I should be furnishing my own place, and about what types of maintenance I should be doing around here during these precious days off. I was happy to have time to tidy up. Is that so wrong? I’m pondering my social statuses, and what I can do to present myself in better lights. All of these are such adult concerns. When the heck did all of that really start kicking in?
Seriously. It all kind of just sneaks up on you. It starts off with one thing, then another, and another. All of a sudden you realize that you’re pretty much an adult. I guess it’s sort of like boiling frogs, right? If you dump a frog in hot water, it’ll jump right out. If you put it in room temperature water and slowly crank up the heat the frog won’t jump out.
…or so they say.
If it all came crashing down on me all at once I’d probably freak out and buckle under the weight of it all. As it is, I can kind of shrug it off, thinking “Yeah, that’s what life is like. I’ll deal.” I guess I’m fortunate that my life took the long winding path that it took. It’s not that I wouldn’t have survived if I was forced to mature much earlier, but…at this point I can’t imagine my life turning out any other way, you know?
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