Growing Up
The hardest part about growing up to be an adult, is to recognise that you can never make the excuse of ‘I am too young to be prudent’ anymore. To take up responsibilities that you never once had to carry. To know that every action can have consequential effect, and things that were to take place thereafter, can never be erased by a meek, innocent, doe-eyed ’sorry’. The painful part about growing up, is to realise that few can really live up to, ‘I’ll stand by you’, and ‘I love you’.
You know some times, we never really grow up, because we don’t want to. But it will be a shame if we don’t. Cause albeit how not attractive adulthood sounds, there can be joy and treasures. Joy and treasures when every action I make, every responsibility I have to take up, I think of You, think of my future, think of you whom I love, think of my family, and I say this- It is worth it that I live my life for them, not for myself anymore. Because the self in its flesh, is flawed and even more so when put in the crude adulthood. But the self filled with love- love that is worth it all, can be a better self.
I think as a child we think of our selves only. But as an adult, when faced with such crude realities, and such real burdens, and such immense consequences, we learn prudency, we learn that the people at stake whom we love so much can never be replaced, and we don’t want to risk those we love for any other things.
I love you.
