Today I'm thinking how different my life was when I was young. As I think, I'm wondering why I grew up in the first place. Why did we all grow up?
I think it's because we wanted to!
'You're too young for this' 'You'll know when you're old enough' 'No, that's not for you. It's for adults'All these encouraging comments only created inquisitiveness in us to actually want to grow up. To know what is actually in store for adults.
BAH!
How I wish nobody said those things. Now, I'm here, all grown up, mature (supposedly) and knowledgeable; but yearning to go back into days of ignorance, innocence and craziness.
To come to think of it, knowledge is poison. No wonder, God (as in Bible) got wild that Adam and Eve ate the apple that opened their eyes. I'm no staunch believer. But I understand why he got angry with them. What with all the knowledge and wisdom, the only thing you will want to do is 'question' and argue. To consummate this acquired knowledge, we reason out.
When I was a little kid, I'd depend on my parents to take all my decisions and I would dedicate my existence on their very counsel. Now all I want to do is reason out that 'I'm mature enough to handle things on my own' I'm not usually a rebel with my parents, I love them a lot, but then there are differences in opinion.
I can't imagine how much they would be offended to see their daughter who once even depended on them to be fed, talk back and say big things. Sigh!
When I was a little child, my only purpose in life was to play with friends and eat whatever my mother cooked.
Then slowly it changed to going to school, studying something, coming back home, eating something, playing with friends till darkness engulfs me, having dinner and sleeping with my parents. The only expectation from me was to pass examinations. Later, expectations grew exponentially.
Pass with flying colors.
Be an obedient child.
No fighting with sibling.
No fighting with friends.
The trend continues.
Come to think of it, I can live with the growing old bit, what really bothers me is that my parents are growing older as I grow old. That hurts me. Nevertheless, we all have to abide by nature's rule. While we are at it, might as well enjoy it.
When I age and sit back to reflect upon the days I lived, I pray I will be a person filled with no regrets :)
I think it's because we wanted to!
'You're too young for this' 'You'll know when you're old enough' 'No, that's not for you. It's for adults'All these encouraging comments only created inquisitiveness in us to actually want to grow up. To know what is actually in store for adults.
BAH!
How I wish nobody said those things. Now, I'm here, all grown up, mature (supposedly) and knowledgeable; but yearning to go back into days of ignorance, innocence and craziness.
To come to think of it, knowledge is poison. No wonder, God (as in Bible) got wild that Adam and Eve ate the apple that opened their eyes. I'm no staunch believer. But I understand why he got angry with them. What with all the knowledge and wisdom, the only thing you will want to do is 'question' and argue. To consummate this acquired knowledge, we reason out.
When I was a little kid, I'd depend on my parents to take all my decisions and I would dedicate my existence on their very counsel. Now all I want to do is reason out that 'I'm mature enough to handle things on my own' I'm not usually a rebel with my parents, I love them a lot, but then there are differences in opinion.
I can't imagine how much they would be offended to see their daughter who once even depended on them to be fed, talk back and say big things. Sigh!
When I was a little child, my only purpose in life was to play with friends and eat whatever my mother cooked.
Then slowly it changed to going to school, studying something, coming back home, eating something, playing with friends till darkness engulfs me, having dinner and sleeping with my parents. The only expectation from me was to pass examinations. Later, expectations grew exponentially.
Pass with flying colors.
Be an obedient child.
No fighting with sibling.
No fighting with friends.
The trend continues.
Come to think of it, I can live with the growing old bit, what really bothers me is that my parents are growing older as I grow old. That hurts me. Nevertheless, we all have to abide by nature's rule. While we are at it, might as well enjoy it.
When I age and sit back to reflect upon the days I lived, I pray I will be a person filled with no regrets :)
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