No one told me that adulting isn't nice.
Being an adult is not nice at all.
Everyone is following a crooked system and everyone is forced to abide. Creativity is gone. Suddenly, making a craft is not already fun.
In a longer span of time, I understood the importance of learning in an individual. To be exact, in an early age, encouraging a child to pursue creativity and wider imagination is like opening multiple doors where they can peep and see if that tickles their mind, and if not, walk to the other one until he finds the right track.
A genius child--- let's restore the term, a special child is easily seen in the sea of students. In gradeschool, you can say these are the students that are fond of learning and asks a lot. When I say a lot, like you won't even want to answer their first question because the next thing they will make you do is to answer their next list of endless queries.
Middle school. The desire to have their full potential is burning inside their innermost spirit. They want to strive. They want to do something with the thing they are in love about, regardless of the specification, it's the thing they are in love to know. People sees their potential. No one can deny. Everyone can testify. If greater heights are reached, the gifted child would like to put a flag on the top of it.
And they will climb another mountain and put another flag on it.
The same goes by to the rest climbs.
But you will know the next scene.
They will stumble.
At last, the last rock they tried to cling on to finish the adventure of heights became their downfall.
Does anyone expect it?
Many wished it would, but no one expected it except the Being that eyes are above the terrains.
Suddenly, sun is not shining anymore.
Stars are not twinkling anymore.
The fullness of night can't bring out the beauty of the moonlight, reversed, the darkness of night swallowed the moon that was once a beauty celestial.
What would be the next scene then?
