In a few months, I will be
turning 27 and I wonder almost everything about this age of transition from
young to adult. The concept of growing up is still an enigma to me in many
senses. There are some situations, where I really don’t want to grow up, for example
my hopeless romanticism ;). I recently had a long distance crush on someone and
I was stupidly so not ready to let go. But, then I grew up a bit ;). One of my
friend had shared a status on Facebook when he turned 25, mentioning how we are
not cool ones anymore to hang out with our college going friends; how we are
not so grown up to even hang out with matured family oriented friends of ours;
how our neighbors and distant relatives just see us as a potential groom for
some distantly known girl they know of; blah, blah, blah. In all senses it
conveyed a nuance of messiness in this age of transition I am going through and
I kind of feel, well not a lot but, a pinch of it, too. There are times when I
could feel a conflict between dying adolescence and a domineering maturity, be
it about making a relationship decision or a career related decision,
egotistically saying not to become irrational and stupid. There are times when
I could feel I wish I had not grown up. Strangely enough, the ambitious one in
me has grown up into a more complacent one, a more compromising one. The
journey of growing up has taught me so much more and most importantly I have
learned to choose what I want to become. We all go through this, I believe. We
learn to hide things from close family members, we learn to make new friends, to
come out of a bad break up, and we learn to make ways for our once closest
friends to leave from our lives. Life keeps on surprising us every now and
then, and yet, we feel that we understand life better. Yet, we love the life more,
not only because what we are left with in our lives, but more because of the
journey we have just been through. It brings out so many promises, promises of
what else could come further down this journey, who else we could meet there
and how would we change ourselves, for better or worse. None of us knows. And,
that makes it more exciting. Yes, I agree we all miss our carefree childhood,
but it’s these promises which keep us going. Yes, we do want to look back, once
in a while, and it makes us nostalgic, and I especially try to gather up
strength from that to shrug off that nostalgia, stand up and walk again. We
grow up.
7 comments:
grow up Amul.
That was one of the most mature takes on life and growing up that I ever heard. You seem to be doing just fine! :)
Just a matter of a few more years and you'll be in one of the categories, no longer hanging in the middle. :) And by then I'll be in the middle. :P
@Kamal: Hehe.. slowly :P
@Mahima: I believe so ;).. And, good wishes for your steps towards becoming older and wiser ;)..As far as I have known you, you will do much better :)
I don't really agree to the picture of growing up here.
If the "thought of compromise" were a wise man's trait, we would be getting wise every time we chickened out. On on side, complacently getting along with your troubles and tacitly being fatalist and on the other side smiling with a speech "life goes on!"- is that growing up?? Let me give the correct version- It is not "growing up", it is "getting old". Obv, u might have got a hint what is- "growing up".
P.S. : it's just my perception. correct me if I am wrong.
@Jai: I never meant to say that growing up means you got to compromise or, if you keep compromising, it means you are getting wiser. It was just my personal experience, that I have grown into a more complacent and compromising one.
The way you want to put it, it seems to me that getting old just conveys a meaning that you are becoming unable to cope up with your ambitions and so you start being complacent. On the other hand, you grow up with the lessons learned from your experiences. Those compromises you might have done for your own good or, for someone you cared about. And, that's why i have said in the very first line, that it is an enigma to me.
P.S. And, this blogpost is my perception :) and many seems to agree :P.
people who understood life said that life gives surprises. that's a paradox. you know what I will get a cat and name it "life". I will name her kitten "paradox". And then life would be the mother of paradox. Ironic. Magnet. Yikes!
hahahaha..
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