When we were kids, we always said ” Damn, I can’t wait to grow up, have a life of my own. No parents to nag me, money of my own , blah blah blah.”
Well, reality check people, growing up isn’t a cake walk. We said all those things as we were in the illusion that grown up life is freaking amazing with no worries. But the truth is that , we have been in a cocoon made by our parents till we are teenagers, and then BAM…. we are sent to the real world!!
I always thought being a man was tuff, seeing my father take care of our entire family and others as well. Being the man of the house is a huge responsibility. But slowly, when I grew up , it hit me that NO!! Being a woman is arduous. I mean, there will be no family if there is no woman in the house. How will the man be the man of the house if there is no woman in his life? Growing up taught me this. Now , when I look at my mom all I see is her strength, her resilient attitude and her smile which is so assuring that nothing seems impossible. Will I be able to be the same when I attain her position?
Can we be like our parents, our role models when we reach that stage? Will our kids look up to us like how we look up to our parents when we grow up? I realised it is only after suffering on our own do we realise what all our parents must have been through. Why is it that we humans only realise things when we go through it all ourselves? Is it the procedure of finally growing up? If so, how much do we have to go through to finally grow up? Is there a limit to growing up or is it an ongoing process?
Whatever it might be, growing up is an experience which comes with time. I hope we all grow up some day and we have smiles on our faces when we do.
There was a time when getting a “Good” written by your teacher would become the best day of your life.
There was a time when getting that extra hour to watch television before going to bed was like an achievement.
Those were the simpler times I must say. Look at us now!! We are a part of a race. We have lost the meaning of happiness. No one is satisfied, no one is content. We all want more and more. Better jobs, more money, bigger house, beautiful partner, fame, etc. When does it all stop??
Those simpler times, when after a long day at school , getting appreciated by your teacher , having an extra piece of cake at dinner, watching the TV would give us the feeling of pure content and a sound sleep. What has happened to us now?? Nothing is simple anymore. No one is at gratified anymore.
We have a tumultuous relationship with life now. It will never be simple again. But we should always try to find a loophole, and find the simple sweet things that give us a sense of satisfaction. Spending time with your loved ones, reading your favourite book and making people smile. Maybe these tiny acts counterpoise the rush hour life which we have now. Maybe these make things tiny bit simpler for our benefit.
When we were kids, we used to love watching a magic show. The acts of a magician would make us go, “OOHHHHHH” And then for days we would be under the influence of that magicians acts and we would be in awe.
So what if we are grown ups now? I feel there is still that influence of magic on us. When I read a book, something which grips me so hard it’s hard to let go, I feel that it’s magic which holds me to it. After I have completed the book, I am somehow still stuck to it. Like its a jinx which holds me to it. Don’t you feel that some books are hard to let go? What is it that makes you not forget them and actually dream about them whenever possible? I feel it’s magic.
The kid in me thinks that those books are magical!! that’s what I feel! Keep this magic inside you , keep the kid alive and happy!!
One of the greatest joy for me is sitting alone and reading a book . But I remember long time back, when I was a kid and I used to fall sick, my elder sister used to read to me. Those were some good times. It feels so amazing when someone reads to you. A great book, a great company and a great adventure it is.
Now I am all grown up. But I refuse to grow up. No wonder, Peter Pan never wanted to grow up!! I still want someone to read to me. I want to journey through a great book with someone. People might find this wish of mine a little weird, but this world is filled with lots of weird stuff 🙂