Part Of Growing Up

Growing up is part of maturing;Growing up is about the experience;Growing up is about the lessons that they could teach you;Growing up makes you realise that perhaps, life isn't that beautiful after all.

When you're young, being rejected means not being fast enough to join the game of catch. Now, being rejected means going home crying yourself to sleep every night, & wondering if tomorrow would ever be any better. It used to be crying over broken barbie dolls & headless soldiers, now it's all about crying over the ones that hurt us, the ones that betrayed, the ones that didn't cherish.

It was so easy to say "I love you" then, because all you had to do was to sing along Barney's theme song. These 3 words are now, probably the hardest words to comprehend in the dictionary.

Fairytales used to be in all of us. We used to believe that Fairy Godmother exists & we all aspired to be Cinderella. As for now, fairytales are nothing but a book on the shelf & forever means nothing more than broken promises.

Sweets used to work. Now even hugs & kisses don't. Quarrels with parents meant not getting the dinner you wanted. Now it means leaving the house & never coming back.

When we were young, all of us had second chances. When we didn't like our moves, we rewind & we're always forgiven. Don't even think about second chances now. Nobody waits for you to amend your wrong. Nobody bothers to correct you. Nobody.

Going to school was a joy. With classmates talking about last night's cartoon, with teachers praising us for the slightest thing we do, & with buses & cars waiting for us right up to the main gate. School is a chore now. It's probably a situation where we feel like drowning, even when there's no water. People we love dearly suddenly turns around, stabbing us in the back, & there we are, helpless. Teachers don't understand, & parents don't ask anymore.

We used to be so excited over every little thing. We fantasied about unicorns & princesses. Now, we couldn't even be bothered to play the playground, sit the swing, sing the songs, climb the trees.

Then, we couldn't be more than happy having a drumstick for dinner. Right, like that's even enough now. We want money, we want fame, we want popularity, we want attention, we want love. Nothing's ever enough. The world today had shaped us into people that we couldn't even recognise ourselves.

Goodbyes used to last for only a day. Who knew that now, goodbyes signal the loss of another hello.

& to think, we all wanted to grow up.