A few nights ago my friends and I went on a late night excursion to Bangsar. We headed to our usual place, Pelita Nasi Kandar. Bangsar was filled with adolescents celebrating their SPM victories/failures. We had to practically get botox just to blend in.

As I stared at the clubs and pubs, I couldn’t help but wondering, whatever happens to my youth.

I mean I’m still 22 and working, happy (?) and well, enjoying it. But somehow I feel tired and I just want to lay my mattress in the middle of everything and sleep my youth off.

Most of my 22 year old friends are busy planning what to wear to their next party while I on the other hand was busy figuring out what to wear to my alumni’s President’s Night, KL’s equivalent to the FORBES Top 500 Dinner.

I looked at the table across me and saw three guys talking and taking their time. Smoking, drinking and all. And there I was trying to finish my food as soon as I could so that I could get home early and sleep.

I wonder.

Why do we force ourselves to be old when youth is all the elders crave?