The Day Before I Turn 18

Wow, it's been 18 years!? Scary how time flies so fast. From the fat kid who loves to eat McDonald's all day, I've turned into a fat teen who still loves to eat McDonald's all day.  I've made a lot of fucked up and compulsive decisions in life yet here I am, still not in prison because I'm not legal yet. From now on, it will be a constant struggle to continually do fucked up and compulsive decisions without getting caught. 

Why are we even so afraid of prison? When you're writing a journal entry the day before you turn 18, you slowly start to realize how your comfort zone is the prison that bonds you with pleasures within your reach. The day you turn 18, there's this prison, the keeper of law, that's preventing you from doing things outside of your previous prison.

Why are we even associating happiness with breaking the rules? Because our mind is set to think that way. Doing mundane things bores us so much, we always try to find ways to thrill our nerves, to heighten our senses, to feel that rush of adrenaline. 

Why are we even correlating the term 'thrill' with adventures that can risk our lives? Because people's definition of adventure is 'danger'. But have you not experienced seeing a bird hatching from its shell? The thrill you get when you see the egg slowly crack and turn into life. As a child, have you not seen an airplane from your bedroom window? The trail of light slowly making its way to their destined place. You ever had a crush or a person you can't get out of your mind? Every millisecond you see their face, that pang in your heart, isn't that what thrill is all about?

You see, there are different ways on how to be happy. 

The key is appreciating every little things around you. 

Be contented. And always seek to be better. 

In terms of emotions, feelings and mind. Always seek to be better.