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I was on my way to work this morning when I saw a tour bus full of kindergarten kids in little sailor outfits, chattering away and looking around through the blue-tinted windows, not being able to sit still - as kids normally were.

I thought it was an interesting sight to see. They looked so damn happy and excited, ready to conquer the world with their name tags stuck on their chests and all. I saw a girl with a “Jessica” on hers - in pink. She couldn’t get any cuter than that.

I remember back in the day when I used to be her age - apparently I was one of those naughty little brats who always wanted everything to be her way and no one else’s. I seemed to have no absolute fear in wanting to do whatever I wanted to do - getting on a table and chuck the tantrum when I wanted a turn to go on the swing for the umpteenth time, talked to a dog as if it was just another human being, singing my lungs out to songs that was entirely inaudible for everyone else but me, and danced my arse off like there was no tomorrow.

When my little cousin Caleb started preschool two months ago, I thought, “There goes the first step to losing his freedom. From now on it will be about having the weight of responsibilities and life’s complication on his shoulders.”

Call me a cynical bitch for thinking like that - after all he was only going to preschool - but living as a human being never seem to get any easier. As soon as we start getting education, we will have to continue to much further education, followed by other mundane things like getting a job, getting married, have kids etc., etc. We start to forget how simple things were back in the day when we still had no problem running around the lawn with no clothes on.

How did it get to be so difficult to see the world the way we used to when we were little? What have changed our perspectives and took away the little yet meaningful things we used to believe in? I can remember the time when I was that young and life seemed to be so peachy to me.

Were we all just born free and as soon as our parents gave us names we were responsible for the life’s obligations that await us? Most importantly - how do we keep ourselves young and stay positive despite the fact that we are getting older each year?

All those questions might be too hard to ponder upon, because we are probably living our lives looking for the answers and we can no longer remember what changed us in the first and many places.

There is this certain tiredness in living - some days we feel like we might just about to give up. When things are tough, we wonder whether anything else is ever going to get any easier and we resent the days when we used to get so wrapped over the sight of big clouds of cotton candy (Actually, it still does it for me).

Perhaps we need to bring to our minds the simple things in life that we had considered unimportant and abandoned a long time ago, and remember why they used to give us such contentment and joy.

Cotton candy, Barbie dolls, little red fire engine trucks and play-doh.

Stay young. Stay happy. We might be busy looking for the perfect answers, but we may not forget about how finger-lickin’ good it feels to eat a massive cloud of cotton candy all by ourselves. Things might not get any easier but there is always cotton candy to fall back to.

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