Growing Up Is Bittersweet

Growing Up Is Bittersweet

Growing sucks, but is also feels really good. You get to to do things you weren't allowed before; but you get more responsibilities too. It's like you begin to taste the bitterness of being an adult but can still taste the sweetness of your childhood; when life was easier and it came as breathing. Efortless.

Even making friends gets harder as you grow up. People start to be less trusty and more paranoid. It's like nothing's good enough for anyone anymore. And, please, let's talk about growing up longside with your best friend.

It might feel like you and your friend are the same. The same kids that shared the playground. They same kids that laughed at that TV show you used to watch together. But you're not. You have changed. You have grown. Even the way you feel about a song has transformed. And you try oh so desperately to hold on to that inner child friendship you both remember, but you can't. It becomes a memory as you see it slipping away through your fingers. And as you try to "save" that friendship, that "what you used to have", you start to notice things are not the same; they are not the same. It's like when you're looking over some old clothes of yours and you try to try them on to bring back a memory, but they just won't fit. Well, growing-up-friendship is a hell of a lot like that. And it's definetly the worst part of becoming an adult.

The adult thing to do is to talk. Sincerely. To leave nothing unsaid. Communicate with each other. But that just makes looking at each other's face an awkward moment. Everytime. You may also try to change back to what you used to be; it may work for a while until one of you realizes that changing is good. That it is part of growing up, and there's no stopping that. So, you're back to square one. And you begin to feel like you hate the other person, that person that was once your best friend. And you smash your brains thinking of ways you can save that precious friendship you used to have until one day... you figure it out. There is no way to save it. It is lost. It is what it is now. You might as well embrace it, or just let it go.

In my opinion the smart thing to do is to let go. Because embracing something that has been torn by growing up is just painful and it does not make you happy. It never does.

The best part of growing up is without a doubt going to college. Finally studying what you want to, with no subjects that you feel they're totally worthless (like Geography, or History, for me). College rocks. There's no other way to put it.

Stepping out of your parents refuge. That may be one of the most scary things to do. But it's not so terrible. It is indeed terrifying, but once you're used to it, it gets better. Every single day. Besides, our parents don't ever leave us at all. It is not like you lost them forever. And it kind of feels like a slow transition. At least it was for me.

Growing up your brothers and sisters become your best friends. I'm still trying to figure out why growing up with your brothers and/or sisters isn't as hard as with best friends. Maybe because you were like, born ready to face that change of attitude and personality, you know? Like, genetically, I mean. I really don't have a clue why. But I'm twenty-one, going on twenty-two in three months, and right now: my brother and my sister are my best friends in the whole World. And it truly feels like they are the only two people I can trust with anything.

Perhaps next year, at twenty-three, I'll feel different about growing up, but I have been feeling like this for a few years now, and nothing has changed. Then again, I started feeling like this from night to day -a few years ago, but... you know what I mean.

Emily Blame.

xo-  

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P.S.: This is my 800th post. Cheers for me.