And then I realized the absurdity of it all. I was about 5, I think, or 4. There's no such thing as Santa. It's just my parents who were putting the presents underneath the tree. But these made me more thankful all the same, because they did these even knowing that I was attributing their actions to Santa. They asked for no thanks, and only wished for my happiness.
I didn't want to go so deep. Here are a few other realizations that I've made. Throughout the course of my life, I've certainly made a few.
1) The realization that you're not going to grow any taller.
When you're a kid, you're short. But you're growing. When you're growing, you'd like to think that you're never ever going to stop. That the sky's the limit. You're going to be as tall as Michael Jordan one day, you think. But then you stop. Every New Year's Eve, you jump because as superstitions go, jumping will make you taller. You try skipping. But nothing works.
And you're stuck at the same height for the rest of your life.
2) The realization that not everyone is as horny as you are.
I watched Friends growing up, and all sorts of other American shows. They seemingly had a lot of sex over there. Reading forums, and being exposed to the western culture, I thought that my years of being twenty would just be as eventful. Alas, no! Living with traditional eastern cultures, the constraints of still living with your parents, the increasingly conservative and practical mindset of the people... Nowadays, nothing is done without purpose anymore, you know?
Maybe one day!
3) The realization that the opening theme song of an anime does not necessarily reflect what would happen in that anime.
Pokemon was the most awesome thing to ever happen to my childhood. When it started airing at Kids Central, I was ecstatic. I didn't miss a single episode. I even bought the VCDs, and I watched them over and over again. The opening theme song is very iconic of one's childhood's dreams...but apart from the theme song, the opening itself was awe-inspiring.
There was this particular scene where Ash is running in an open field with Pikachu by his side, and an Arcanine too. And then a Rapidash joins him. And then the Rapidash takes to the sky (don't ask me how), and a Zapdos flies by him, and then an Articuno too. I kept waiting for this scene to happen in the anime. I mean, what awesome circumstances would it take for Ash to be with an Arcanine, Rapidash, Zapdos and Articuno?
Of course, this never happened in the show. Sigh.
4) The realization that everybody will grow old one day, and shrivel up, and die too.
Age takes its toll on people. I'm looking at some of the elderly we have around, and I think to myself, at one point in their life, they must have been young and beautiful, and men have lusted over them. I took this thought, and I turned it over itself, and...girls who are young and beautiful now won't be young and beautiful forever.
We can't keep watching our diets, exercising, wearing the best clothes, and all that shit. It can only take you so far, and I guess after a while, you lose the stamina for it? Appearances is a transient thing, and we really have to delve deeper into people.
5) The realization that everyone is fallible.
I've been thinking about some of the things I liked, and how they are made by people who are just like me too. There's Harry Potter. There's A Song of Ice and Fire. There's Naruto. There's Community.
To me, these things are works of art. They're amazing labours of love. But they're not perfect, you know? Some episodes of Community sucks, Harry Potter books 5 through 7 weren't that good, A Song of Ice and Fire may never end, and Naruto will never reach it's earlier glory.
So what am I trying to say here? I'm not sure, actually. It's just that everything around us looks so awesome, but they're not perfect.
6) The realization that success doesn't come easy.
Well, it doesn't. It's easy to make-do. But it's not easy to shine through. There are 6 billion people in this world. For me, my definition of success isn't stability, or monetary gains. I think those come easy. What I want is recognition, and to be recognized when there are so many people around is simply...difficult. I need to try harder.
RIght now, I'm sitting at a coffee shop. My laptop is open in front of me. I'm going to start on my school work, and then I'm going to study The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. It's already halfway through January. It's a Sunday.
Now's a good a time as any to start working on your dreams.
7) The realization that you might not get that happy ending.
Everything can end. Just like that.
PS: I didn't mean for this post to sound as serious as it does hahahaha. Next time, more boobs.
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