Life was sweet until time got the better of us

I miss the good old days.

The days spent watching hours and hours of televisions, playing forty-forty with friends and mucking about not having a care in the world.

Now everything is serious. Every mark, every score and every exam can build or destroy your future.

Everything builds up and counts for one thing. The future. Suddenly everything is black and white. The happiness that once existed is replaced by pressure to do good. Every conversation with the parents is a constant reminder of their high expectations. Expectations that seem impossible to reach.   

One blow and it’s over.