I turned 18 two days ago. It wasn't as big a deal as I thought it was. Not much have changed, really. I am the same me, just a day older than yesterday. Then I asked myself, what does it mean to be 18?

To me, being 18 means that I have crossed the line that society had drawn out, one that divides a child from an adult. It means that legally, I am recognised as someone who is responsible for herself and her own actions. It means that I can now join the range of all the grown-ups.

Then again, I asked myself, do I really want to be there? In a world full of competition, violence and selfishness, how can one survive? A child has boundless imaginations, dreams and hope. We seem to have lost all that as we grow older. We become this one-dimensional beings, obsessed with making more and more money. Money cannot buy happiness, but alas, without money life can be really hard. While I cannot argue that money is not importance (in fact, I do believe that it is importance), I can't help but wonder how much is enough? I believe that money is the means but it is not the ends. Ultimately, we seek happiness. It is what makes life worthwhile. However, I notice that it is becoming more and more difficult to achieve these days. How can you be truly happy with all the burden society places on us?

Maybe I am naive to think of the world in this way, but as an inexperienced 18 year-old I think my thoughts are justified.

I can't turn the clock back to when I was younger, I can't stop myself from getting older. Even with plastic surgery or advanced medical treatment, our souls still get older every passing second. It is only natural. I wish I could stay as a child for ever, but of course I can't. So in the mean time, I'll just prod along and see what life has to offer. I shall end my rambling now.. It really is getting too long.