It’s interesting you know, one day you get to a certain
point in your life in which there's a shift, and suddenly your parents will no longer
treat you as a child. It’s only a slight shift, gradually growing until that
day comes along that you find yourself under the pressure of expectations. Growing, growing, growing is the need for you to make
something of yourself – not entirely for yourself – for your parents, to
satisfy them and make them proud, and it doesn’t stop there. As you age and develop ‘adult relationships’ and find
yourself involved in ‘adult activities’ from your relationship with your boss,
to your relationship with your friends, and for some of you your relationship
with your significant other, the list of responsibilities and expectations only
continue to grow.
Grow, grow, grow…
Do you remember when you were young, and life seemed almost
mystical? You had the biggest and wildest dreams for your future, and
you truly believed that you were capable of having all those dreams become
reality. We hold on to that feeling, the concept that ‘anything is
possible’ for as long as we can, and we want to believe it well into adulthood.
Ultimately though, one day arrives that we're not so sure we will walk on the moon, cure cancer, or wow an audience of hundreds (thousands, millions!!!) and a lot of us will probably just wake up and roll out of
bed and be left with a broken hip, wondering where the bloody years went? Yearning for
our youth, not just physical appearance but the psyche and attitude of endless possibility.
Wonder, wonder, wonder...
I guess my point is that maybe we shouldn’t be in such a rush to mature, because that whole aspect of our youth – the anything is possible notion – is something worth holding on
to. In the end there will always be expectations, whether they are ringing through your ears or simply in your own mind, but there will always be an endless supply of possibilities too.
It's up to you.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.