"Sometimes I believe that I was smarter as kid than I am now."
I knew it. It's funny really, how accurate I was then as a 6 year old. I remember; it was sleeping time in kindergarten. I was, as usual, turning around in my mattress because I just couldn't sleep. It was one of those times where your mind just wanders off and you think about the most random of things.
I thought about how I'd be like when I'm older. I thought it'd be cool. But even then, I knew for a fact that at 18 I'd be looking back on my childhood in envy. I knew it. So I set out to make my childhood the best one possible. And look where I am now - envious, looking at back at my younger days. I really do think that I was way more mature as a kid than I am now. Recently I was packing my room and I found some of the essays I wrote in primary school - an eye opener, really. What happened to that kid? I miss that side of him.
Perhaps that is why I love photographing children so much - they remind me of the joys of my own childhood. I honestly can't believe that I'm actually in my late teens now. It's too fast really, time needs to slow down. I can't slow down; I'm not allowed to. So I can only pray that somehow I'd be able to find time.
Look at her, and her. And look at him. You can see it their eyes. It's genuine.
Perhaps I've got to learn from the much-wiser younger me. Maybe I should make the best out of my teenage years so that when I'm older I'm going to look back, and I'll be envious of what I was able to. Is it still possible?
