Fear

When we were children we'd play
Out in the streets just dipped in fate
When we were children we'd say
That we don't the meaning of
Fear, fear, fear,
Fear, fear, fear
We dont know the meaning of...

I have a theory: the older we get, the more fears we have.

As a baby, I knew nuts, for real. I'd pee, poop and wiggle body parts deemed 'private'. As I went through this thing called life and gained a few years, I became a child. I dreamt of being an artist and travel around the world (stars, moon and Mars included). I climbed 2 storey high ladders and collected several stitches. Several pimples and hormones later, I don't play with fire, because I know it burns. I don't sit in taxis alone, because the taxi driver might be a serial killer. 

Here's a story of 7 teenagers that didn't know the meaning of fear.

It was just like every other holiday. No school. No college. 

All the 7 of us had were time, a little money, a Myvi and a Beetle.

Little did we know, those resources brought us 50km away to Sepang Goldcoast. We didn't know the way there, all we had were two GPS devices and lots of faith in them. It was the second day since Pauline got her driving license, it hasn't even been a week! Roy sprained his ankle an hour before that and still drove. We weren't dressed for the occasion and neither did we have towels or sun block. 

In short, we were severely unprepared.

But the thing is, we did it anyway. And it was adventurous. Definitely a day to remember for life.

And I got my arse whopped when I got home. According to parents aged 50 and over, it is totally unacceptable for young kids with P licenses to drive a few hours to an unknown destination without a map and without parental permission and guidance. I answered them, "If I had told you, I couldn't have went." 

Fear less, not fearless.