1/5 century

These are the days when a memoir comes  sneaking through my mind. 
Last weekend i was visited by my family, 
because i haven't been able to skip work they finally came to see me. 
We spent the rest saturday at Ragunan zoo 
I haven't been there in a long time. 
I lived for the first 8 years of my life in this city. 

It feels weird to come back to the place where i was a kid. 
At that time maybe i was still at my brother's age. 
and now what? 
I'm more than a fifth of a century . 
(feeels 0ld already) 

When i was a child i dream of being an adult
And thinking about going anywhere to someplaces new. 
Those are an innocent mind 
Funny how fate brought me back to this city.  

And i really think about this often:

At the beginning of my over twenty journey i sees a hill, i need to climb up upon the hill 
Which force me to blast with the sun's heat
And some of pouring rain. 
The path isnt that clear to follow, 
nor it is safe for a pair of shoeless foot to take steps on 

Nonetheless, what drives me to walk small  progress in each time was my curiosity 

Once again, I think its my curiosity 

What it’s like on the other side of the hill? 
What if it’s rough now but it will eventually get better? 

After all, what is less is more. Perhaps i only have to do it 1% better than what i did yesterday