i don't think we ever stop "growing up". i think at some point society forces us to fit into a mold of unrealistic expectations and shove this reality down our throats. we're born into a world of trouble, chaos and convince ourselves that difficult times create a better, stronger and mature version of you and me. but what if we didn't have to go through all that?
imagine a life where you find contentment in everything you do. whether it is a nonsensical thing or not, it only makes sense to you and makes you happy. how would life look like then? often times we force ourselves to mature is a toxic manner. i may sound crazy but hear me out.
you know how children do what they want because it makes them happy? i don't understand why all that stop when you hit puberty. if we can be gentle and loving towards young children and the elderly, why do we leave the middle part of life for struggles, turmoil and unhappiness?
in the time our bodies, mind and soul are at peak is when we are pressed upon a wall of "why are you acting like that? grow up!" there's so much flowing in our souls but we are forced to keep our heads down, be quiet and let the playground bullies destroy us bit by bit.
growing up, to me, is the equivalent of becoming better. not by forcing myself to do things i have to but instead doing things because i want to. to come to a place of understanding what and why i am doing certain actions.
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