“Funny how time flies when you’re having fun”
Do you remember being a kid? Running around playing tag and having no worries in the world. Yeah so do I. I can remember as if it was yesterday. A simpler life, so naive of everything. After a certain age, reality hits. More responsibilities are given and higher expectations from others. Forced to grow up, taking care of others, adjusting to life no one is ever ready for. Eighteen years to officially become an “adult” is nothing. All you have done is gone to school to learn what society has made you think you need in life, where in reality they don’t even teach the necessities needed. Most adults don’t even know what to do with their life, let alone have a child figure out their future during that time. People think once you graduate high school, your whole future is set in stone. However, it is only just starting. College is one of the first steps into becoming an adult, and that extremely terrifies me.
Especially now, I realize how little time we have left. Our childhood is just gone in one blink of an eye. I wish it would all stop, even if it’s just for a few moments. I want to savor this as long as I can. I don’t believe I’ve lived out my “teenage” years enough because it barely started. Only a couple of years left to have that “high school experience”. I want to look back one day reminiscing all the great memories and having no regrets. Instead, I’m stuck inside doing the same routine I have been doing for the past few months. Days blend into weeks and weeks turn into months. It’s like this year has been a huge blur. Don’t get me wrong, when I say I want to have that experience, it doesn’t mean a full-on teenage rebellion. I just want to make sure I make the most of what I can given the circumstances. Yet, time is doing me wrong. I’m supposed to be maturing, which makes everyone more curious about my future. Nowadays, my relatives always say the same thing.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“Have you figured it out yet?”
“Times running out”
Every adult ever…
For now, I’m just going to live my life at the moment. I can grow up later. There is no clear age anyone matures at. Some say you will know when you’re grown. Others, still don’t know. Even though it’s terrifying, I know when the time is right, the answer will come to me.
I appreciate this blog post for talking about something I think too many teenagers struggle with. You put it in excellent words that really voice what I think internally as well. I know many people, including people very close and dear to me and myself, that feel like they were forced to grow up at such a young age. if it wasn’t schools asking what we wanted to be when we grew up years before it happened then it’s parents pushing their expectations onto us to become like then and so on. I would like to ask you, when you do grow up, would you still want to be a child at heart still?
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