14 years

Finally after all these years of medical school, I am going to start working as an house officer on 2/7 and oncall on my first day of work. I think maybe its pre-work blue, all of a sudden I just want to stop being an adult and go back to junior high school hanging out with my best friend everyday and watch guys playing soccer after lunch. Complicated emotions welled up inside me when I realise what seems to be yesterday is already 14 years ago, the innocent time that will only live in my memory and slowly fade away no matter how hard I try to hold on to every detail of those precious past.

I messaged my best friend back in junior high school, the person that no matter how long we have seperated, will always be the same when we start talking again; the person I can always have endless conversations with. I regret that I didn’t treasure the days we spent together more, we didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to each other when we went back home from school together for the last time. I guess back then, I was too young to know that those days would be the best days of my life, therefore, too young to appreciate.

14 years ago, I was 12 years old, a year-7 girl standing in the school yard enjoy doing things with my best friend that only guys would do. Watch soccer and basketball, break stuffs, always hungry and eat a lot and still hungry, go to places in the school buildings that clearly says no students allowed or, under construction. For those teenagers reading this post, trust me, for most teenagers especially the young teens (yes, of course not all, some of you won’t even want to think back to your teenage life), this will be the best time of your life. It is the time you would be willing to pay anything to go back to, back to the pure heart, to the friends that choose to be your friends just because they like to stay with you, not because you are useful to them. One day you will realise, the most precious and beautiful thing in your life cannot be seen with your eyes, it can only be felt with your heart, when it is still pure.

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