The Irony of Adulthood

When I was a little boy I crave nothing more then just food sold in the street cart or a simple ice cream cone from the local store. Food seemed to taste much better in those days. I guess it had a lot to do with lack of pocket money. A simple night market visit was considered as more of a treat then norm.

In my late teens, I used to envy those who could afford to eat in a restaurant, drive a car, and own a color TV. I was denied all of those amenities in life because I was living alone in United Kingdom with very limited budget. The scholarship money, although paid for all tuitions, catered to only the modest needs of my daily living.

As an adult, I have acquired almost everything that I longed for in the past and yet I no longer have the time to enjoy what I have acquired. My healthy appetite for food is tinted with fear of gaining weight. I ate at restaurant because I didn’t have time to cook meals at home. I have a big screen TV but I rarely find entertainment channels amusing. I drive a car but it is merely a vehicle taking me from A to B. My desire to rid the world of corruptions and evil is replaced with endless responsibilities at work.

Isn’t ironic that when you had all the time and energy as a young adult you didn’t have the wealth or the maturity to take the advantage of them but when you’ve acquired the wealth and wisdom you become encumbered with responsibilities and old age.