The Black Jack Club

27 March 2009

With Age comes the realisation

Yesterday I was at one of the RMIT computer labs where I decided I would sit there alone and reflect about the week’s assignments. Before I knew it I was already looking at my watch. Reflecting seemed to be a lot of work for me. But as I sat in that silent lab by myself, listening to the ticking of the seconds on my analogue watch, it suddenly hit me, like a brick through a window that I just turned 21 last week and I am getting old.

My recent initiation into the black jack’s club was unforgettable. It is not everyday a person turns 21 and I thank my friends for making it a memorable experience. It has been awhile since I received a birthday present and this one was definitely a special gift. As you might already know, the bike I lost not too long ago is now a distant memory. I got over it with my brand new bike I got from my friends. Hoorah! Mobility is mine again!

So far it has been good to spread my wings of manhood but sometimes it gets clipped down when my mum calls. When she calls to check up on me, I would still be out, at a time that parents might consider the zero hour. Safety is an issue that most mothers are concerned about. I think that my mum would dread to see an article with the headline “International Student Killed in Late Night Brawl,” when she reads the morning paper. Thus, I will try my best to be home early, or choose to not to pick up my calls. Oh, Jimminy Cricket won’t you be my guide? (reference to Pinnochio's conscience)

Time seems to run faster for me now that I am 21. I find myself trying to keep up with time before it outruns me. Before I know it I will be 22, 30 and then just a memory on a gravestone. For now I will live my life with my mortality in mind so that I will remember to not waste my life on regrets.