Until The End Of Time

I realize that we don't grow up. There is just no end to this process called "growing up". It is a forever going cycle, that doesn't meet an end. Unless, you die of course, but still, that doesn't mean you've grown up.

You see legally, there is an age when you are considered an adult to vote, to marry, to have sex (and I'm not saying you should just because you can). You're put under this shelter of an "education" or family system where decisions are kind of made for you, instead of by you. Try as we may to differ, but we don't get the luxury to choose what we want, in the name of protection, love, "for your own well being" or whatever you may call it. Then you reach a certain age and you're suddenly allowed to make worldly decisions even though you've hardly proven you're any good at choosing a caption for that picture you want to post, or that filter you chose, does it really make you flawless?

As I roamed my elder brother's apartment the other day, I came across these little cute outfits of a little person hung to dry. A year ago, I'd be seeing sports gear and jerseys. This was a radical change. A year ago, we'd be discussing where to countdown for new year. This year, we're talking about if an accomodation has a refrigerator for milk storage.

You see, there is no point where we magically grow up. We are continuously growing up. There is always room for improvement because we are humans. We are not perfect. We are flawed, and as much as we may want to look the person beside with a hint of distate, we must never forget that he may be better at something we know zilch about! We go through phases of childhood, puberty, being teenagers, and then reach this stage called adulthood. Most tend to think it ends there. Like you made it pass the tour de france or something, and that gives you the right to be above others. But it's not that simple.

Just because you are a certain age of "maturity" (with lots of questions marks here) that does not give you the right to think too highly of yourself, to belittle, to not think before you speak, to think that God actually spent more time on you because it clearly doesn't reflect that. Everyone has room for improvement. You, at one time, did not know how to do your job effortlessly. You, at one time, did not know how to parent/cook/teach/public speak/drive/house manage/etc etc as you would now.

 

Apparently this is a journey. So, if this is yours, and YOU have reached your destination, why are you still here?

 

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Food For Thought

Something I came across and thought I'd share. Or rather remind myself :)

 

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Don't Let It Wash Away Our Sanity

so you lost,

and you blame everyone but yourself.

you say your failure,

was caused by us.

how about, not.

how about,

because you are a failure,

hence you lost.

i remember growing up and being taught to take responsibilities. for all of us, we are still held for our own accounts. stop being a kid and own up. i may be able to forget the magic, but not this blame. it disgusts me. 

A Drop Of Entertainment

Sometimes I wonder if I've grown up too fast? Is that even a valid question I ask myself on other days. As you can see, my mind is a complete mess. Still undecided on which side of the line it wants to be.

 

The other day while driving back after a really long day at work, I started smiling to myself watching the raindrops on my car. Prior to that I was really pissy because I was plain exhausted. You see, when I was younger, I remember sitting in the car watching the rain drops wiggle away trying to "run away" from the wipers while my mom drove. Making a little scene ala a short disney movie about rain drops on windshields. In flight entertainment of sorts.

I used to make up noises and conversations in my head, putting voices to those raindrops. Sometimes it was a race, sometimes it was just running for safety. All in the span of 5 seconds before the wipers wiped them out. You can imagine how many re-runs there were!

I don't know why I suddenly remembered doing this, or when I stopped doing this in the process of growing up. But it calmed me and made me forget a lot of things I was worried about.

I tried to dig up my memories and think about other unusual things I had done but I could not recall. I do wonder though, do we lose a little of ourselves as we grow up? These little things that may have defined you as a kid, the same things that make adults go, " oh i remember when you were young you used to do this and that, but what happened to you now? "

 

Oh, must be life! That must be it. Life tamed me. It stole my innonce, ignorance and simplistic happiness and left me with "responsibility" instead. How nice :p

 

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Mutant Onboard

Just got off the flying white elephant and found out TheReliableOne played a little trick on me. All this while I've been told we'd have a two hour transit between cities.

Instead, I find myself mind-boggled when I see the next departure many hours later. Thought myself silly for getting the time zones confused, recalculated the local time many times because our watches weren't synchronized yet but it all didn't make sense. The numbers didn't tally. Did I see the wrong flight? Impossible.

I turned to him and asked, "we have a five hour transit?", baffled.

And I see him giggling.

Ahhhh what surprises are in store for me. Oh well, as I usually say in-flight: sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight.

Gotta trust the pilot, right? Heh.


"Experienced" this (pic below). Had a little Jean Grey-xmen moment in the toilet. Would be cooler if I could "move" time though. That'd be helpful now!