It is one of the latest words I learnt from the kids around me.
The kids here, I am referring to, are those from all walks of life.
They are young.
They are carefree.
They are adventurous.
They dare to try.
In sharp contrast,
I am old.
I am burdened.
I am cautious.
I refuse to embrace change.
It has been many years since it all started in 2003.
Passion has not died yet.
I know this very much.
Still close at heart, is the belief of giving the best to the kids.
Friends are starting to leave.
I seen people come and people go.
I made new friends and also stepped on others’ toes.
This is all part of working life, someone used to tell me so.
Kids come and kids go too.
Every year, I held my tears back because kids are leaving.
Some left because they need to move on.
Some left because our paths are meant to cross no more.
We kept in contact.
Not all, but just a few.
Both friends and kids alike.
I hate change.
Yet,
Change is the only constant.
I refused to embrace changes.
I just accept them with closed arms.
People said I am inflexible.
Some said this is a sure way of being isolated by the society.
Others simply shook their heads.
Very soon,
I know when ASKARIs leave,
It will be a heavy dosage of EMO again.
Just like every other years.
Just like every other batch.
The cycle will start again for me.
Whereas the journey is only just beginning for them.
Would I remember them many years later?
Would they remember me many years later?
