Conflict

“Every body here was someone else before”

A big part of growing up is about coming to terms with what you have grown up to be. The times when you remained uncannily silent, perhaps out of sheer fear, even though speaking up would help resolve the conflict much faster. A friend just called out to you, “I can’t trust you with anything anymore.” Now if this was in school, you could have probably rushed to a toilet cubicle and cried your eyes out.

But, what do you do when you are 22?

Wait for your eyes to turn red and the tears to trickle down your eyes. It’s production time at office. The loo can wait.  You have mastered the art to cry silently. To address grief objectively. To not question the who what whys in a desperate attempt to be mature.

You are often lackadaisical, selfish, wallowing in self-pity, not knowing what to look forward to, even when there are clearly a lot of things happening around you. So what would it take for you to not be a “grown up” for a change? To not dissect your own feelings and that of others, who couldn’t see you for what you thought you were?

I guess you just need to jump in and bask in your own indecisiveness. Go with the flow or swim against the tide. Or better still, actually learn swimming if you don’t know how to. Observe and consume your surroundings – the sunrise, the sunset and everything in between. But most importantly, have courage and be kind. You can be a “grown-up” later.