Nobody stays 19 forever….too bad.Or not?
When your lucky number twenty something happens.You grow up in a sense of way.Sometimes it`s beautiful..but let`s face it….most of the times it`s awfully painfull.
I have no problem with growing up…hell! i have no problem with getting old either…Just that I don`t see it like others do.
Most of the time when I`m on the morning buss or on the train and the foggy windows block my view, for what it might sometimes look like forever, I draw smily faces and other funny stuff.Than I try to look outside through the tiny gap of my self centered self and try to see a diffrent world.
Mos of the time I get `Try to grow up!` sort of looks.They never see beyond the surface…they`ll never understant what`s laying on the other side of the steamy window and never will they see beyond the shell.
If growing up means to lose your freedom of mind,(subduued to believing only in that what you are told), be too afraid of life and gettind hurt to look the person who^s sitting across to you, smile and say hello, than I would gladly leave them the honour of bekoming old and wise and stay a child forever.
But that^s not posible and weather we like or not we do wake up one day all groen up.Some of us look in the mirror of their souls and are dissapointed in the fact that they`re not ble to recognise their own self anymore.To these people i have have only one advise.
Try to slow down!And maybe once in a while stop and smell the roses…you`ll be astound to find out that it`s spring or autumn, that the sky is so wanderfully blue.It feels good not to be chasing something for a change…trus me.
The other type are amesed by what a great job did life do with them.They`ve become people..real, live, happy people.people on which you can depend and trust,that kind of people that make your life beutiful too.
Meanwhile, for me growing up has meant learning to take every day as it comes and love it to the full. The world is as it is and it`s most beautiful for it.Each and every day that I get it`s a wonder of beauty.The sunshine, The people, a laugh, a track you like, a person that truly loves you, each are smoll miracles that walk silently beside us like shaddows…all the time…all the time.