I remember I used to like to complain about how not being a grown-up sucked.
I was too eager to be powerful and was tired of being weak. I was naive enough to think that growing up was the solution to put an end to it. Period.
Was not it natural for people to think so?
That's what the grown-ups always said: "you will know when you grow up!"
Well then, this was how I perceived it:
"The adults know things. They protect. Even when they fail to protect sometimes, still, they are protective. It means that they are not afraid. Not afraid of anything!......"
That was how I looked up to my mum and dad. So tough, almost indestructible.
As time passed, probably because of the insecurity created by the system, it took away my innocence by drawing me towards the life of an adult. Now, I am finally here, standing inside this imaginary box of the long waited status - adult. The ugly truth is, the life as a grown up is not like what I think it was. It is gruesome. And what's with the imaginary box? I thought it was supposed to protect me from harm. So now, should I just discard this imaginary box because it does not exist? I may as well crumble with it.
Guess I was wrong from the very beginning. Grown-ups are living every second with fear. They are more afraid than anybody else on this planet. They are not indestructible. In fact, they are more fragile than ever. And I am one of them now.
More responsibility, more burden, less security, less peacefulness..... actually sum up what a grown-up's life is. Sad but true. I get it now.
An adult. That's what the people see me as, atleast through their eyes it is true.
Is it?
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