Rex the Period and Silence

"Growing up" is every kid's dream. In their eyes, it is a bar of gold that can give them everything. So did I think that way. I left my country two years before my sweet seventeen which never happened in my life, with a hope to become the new mature living creature who can survive in every situation, alone. Not knowing how hurting it will be to find the gold. I had no idea how heavy is the responsibility of being gold.

Growing up means being ready to bear a heavier assignment, have a stronger endurance, knowing what is right and what is wrong, have wisdom, knowing how to love, and knowing a way to trust myself and be me.

Growing up alone in circumstances where you have no choice but to admit that you are speaking a different language, have a different habit, get used to a different culture, admit that you are different, and have to work harder than others just to be treated normally, gives me no choice but to study to live and shape myself to always be the best which is tiring.

I always wonder what is the definition of a grown-up adult, what is the definition of a mature adult, and do I succeed to be a mature living creature? Will I find the right way? Am I growing as a good person? Will I be a great person who is strong enough to bear every heavy assignment? Whether to love others or me, will I ever know how to love and to be loved? Can I live up to my name?
-R. Silience Theodore-