She was there a tall slim figure standing, staring at me with her dark brown eyes and dimpled smile. Her hair caressing over her cheeks and falling on her shoulder. Although her eyes looked tired, they were still bright as ever. She was twenty one now, a grown young woman. She was there, telling me,
“You’ve got this. Pull yourself together. You were always strong and independent. And that’s how grown ups are.”
Her mom entered the room with a glass of milk, only to find her talking to herself in front of the mirror.
Mom & Dad. Parents are such wonderful creatures. Aren’t they? They cannot see you cry, but they cry when you aren’t too well. They see you grown up beautifully, yet look at you like the same nine year old kid who was once reluctant to go to school.
I always thought growing up would be all fun and games. How I wish that were true. But nevertheless I have come to a realisation that Adults are just kids with money. Come on, everybody is a kid at heart. Don’t tell me you never liked munching on the last of your candies or watching that one movie you fangirled over.
The phase of growing had us all occupied, that we had failed to notice we had grown. The realisation hit you hard, like a splash of cold water on your face. But, it was already too late.
- I realised I had grown up when, my opinion mattered in a family discussion.
I realised I had grown up when, I started putting my family in front of me.
I realised I had grown up when, when I said, the mess food was good although it was a piece of shit. So that my parents weren’t worried about me.
I realised I had grown up when, when I said ‘I am fine.’ with a smile on my face, even though I was breaking from inside.
I realised I had grown up when, when I accepted the reality and moved on, instead of crying over the spilt milk.
Sigh, the last one was dramatic. Wasn’t it? Let’s clear that one, for this time.
However, you get my point, right?
Being a kid was so easy, all you had to do was wake up, go to school, have fun and come back home. I couldn’t wait to grow up. Now that I’ve been an adult for just about 1 year and say 2 months, I assure you. I don’t fancy it. You might think I’ve been exaggerating it a tad bit, too long. Excuse me miss/sir, I’ve had to deal with fair amount of boomerang emotions of stress, happiness, anger and ecstasy. Humans call it life, I might have forgotten to mention that along the lines.
Every adult is a grown child who knows how to disclose their emotions a little too well.
**Caution: Do not bother reading what’s written next, if you don’t like the facts being thrown your way.**
But this phase of transformation in itself is beautiful. You think you are right and everyone else is wrong. You are keen on doing something you are told to not do. You find little joy in miniature accomplishment, Adults call it ‘The milestone to the adulthood.’ You start receiving that newly formed respect that you’ve always yearned for.Eventually, everyone starts judging you.
Oh, look at the clothes she’s wearing, she has no sense of clothing.
Look at the way she’s speaking, she has no manners.
She doesn’t speak, she must be arrogant.
Look at the way she’s responding, she must have be unaware of her relationship.
Let me make one thing clear, love. People are going to judge you no matter what. You cannot live a happy life trying to please the people around you. You will be called something or said something that you’re not, because it doesn’t fit well with their expectations.
Fear not, for thy shall always remain strong. No matter what.
Also, the look in your parents eyes changes. Just kidding, you will always remain that naughty little brat, that ate too many chocolates without their notice and got caught. HEHE.
Heartwarming, isn’t it? I might as well let you decide for yourself. Enough preaching for one post.
If you find yourself nodding to the above written paragraph, you my friend are undergoing that transformation. Good luck for your future endeavours.
Incase you are still reading me rant about adulthood and growing up despite the caution, You are curious. I like you, you little rebel. Thank you for bearing with this little random outburst of mine.
Signing off. The little kid at heart.
~Sayonara fellas! Have a grand day.