Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. — Pablo Neruda
I grow up leaving behind the many simple ritual I perform randomly in my everyday life. Most of the these simple things is done with finesse and care. My curiosity mingle with everything I sense surrounding me as a child. I play and eat with my food as a child, I talk to thin air as though they were my best friend forever as a child, or stay up to watch the moon turn into the sun as a child, only to fall asleep and wonder what happen as a child. Again and again. My childhood days can be seen as an event of ritual significance, performed like a special occasion. Until one day I just stop being a child. A coming of age ceremony was perform to make me aware that child has gone. I grew up. Today, I wonder has he gone forever in my life; doubt it.
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