I have been trying to act like those grown ups for half of my life. I try to act all mature with my favourite cookie being taken away and giving up on my comfort. I even tried to give those fake smiles and do that small talk to fit perfectly in this imperfect world.
All this drama just because I used to think that being a grown up means having those important talks about this and that without those stupid giggles here and there. And I was taught grown ups are not greedy and act classy and have the best of manners. So I faked all that respect towards older people and tried all those weird tactics to fit in. Sometimes I even joined their conversations which were solely about judging others and comparing this or that. All those talks about politics left me with a lot to ponder upon. I even formed my own opinions and as I was about to state my points confidently, there came a realisation. What good will come out of all this? Will it help me if I joined those boring conversations. Will others even try to listen to what I have to speak. And I realised most of the times being a grown up is like being surrounded by all the noise without taking anything in consideration.
Do you remember the time when you got your first game or puzzle or anything that you used to love as a child? How obsessed we used to be with that thing. We would give all our attention to that thing for days or weeks but after a time it became boring. So boring that we completely forgot about them and they must be lying somewhere in the corner of our homes. Then a new toy used to be brought and it used to become our world.Atleast for a period of time.The world used to be so simple when it was so easy to forget and forgive. And from what I remember, I used to be so happy when there used to be something that made me forget everything happening around me. How long has it been since I felt that joy? Maybe when I last read a beautiful book. But still there were few ounces of guilt hiding in a corner of my heart as I let myself drown into that imaginary world. The guilt of ignoring people, timelines or schedules that take us adults as prisoners. And that guilt took away that happiness of being on cloud nine. So what is the point of being a grown up if you cannot make your world better.
I think the day we truly grow up, is the day when you realize you did not have to change yourself at all.When you realise, you do not necessarily need to act like grown ups until you do not interfere with someone else’s happiness. When you understand the true meaning of sharing is caring, caring selflessly but not till the point that someone exploits your kindness. When you do not need those fake conversations or boasting about all the knowledge or money in order to feel good about yourself. But knowing about your strengths and weaknesses is enough. Enough to heal the wounds that this world gives you and spread some love to those around you. When you know you do not have to prove anything to anyone except yourself.Because we don’t even know who set the definition of being grown up. Only we know how deep we fell and the amount of struggle we faced to get back to the surface.



