Published by: Amhiel Thare khorasani
Date published: November 11, 2022
Time published: 4:34 PM
Category: Prose
Theme: Growth, Coming of age
Synopsis: A point away from the past of planning and toward the future. It was never the days that told us we were progressing.
Believe it or not, it was the subtle things we soon realized
when it was more obvious. Like how we soar rapidly every passing summer, slowly
developing the features from the genes of our parents, the sagacious sprouts
coming from the seed of wisdom and intellect we planted and watered over time.
The variety of behaviors we used to grasp onto, finger by
finger, gradually letting go of that stronghold. From mulish actions, begrudged
looks, and adamant minds, we became open little by little to understand what
was there to see and suffer.
Blood-related mortals who bore, fed, and sheltered us under
the warm roof of a menage, were the first to teach us how things worked and the
purpose of it. That was the bare minimum of raising, yet we were thankful for
it, and unconsciously owed our whole life to it.
So what comes next? We tried our best inside learning
facilities, a camp for enhancing what was already there above—evoking emotions
through creativity, honing the intellect fruited from efforts and perception,
training, and enhancing the gifted figure.
With the simple use of our adroit palms, we managed to
create a variety of gems in different categories.
Other than the possible attainable merits and achievements
we could get from the academy, there was this one important thing we should
always look out for. From all the opportunities the school can provide, there
were always people who strived beyond what they could teach; A gifted or a
prodigy.
Aside from literal geniuses, there were also people who try.
Try the smallest, the easiest. When the smallest success happened, it made them
happy. So they would continue until they could grab the limited opportunity.
It was bittersweet to remember that most of the time, these
things are the only reason people pursue them.
Perhaps one was only striving to learn these potentials to
feel the happiness they now sought. In contrast to then, when contentment was
free, they would receive it even though they never asked for it.
Everyone was busy on their own or inside the corporate
building printing copies. From high school, we ascended to a higher level of
education. More workload, less time for leisure (unless planned wisely).
Getting closer to our dreams, farther from when we planned and visioned.
The past was now all that lingers of who we are, were, and
always would be.
As we get closer to who we aspire, the feeling of longing
for rapture creeps in; as if a craving. But the older we get, the more we
realize that we are advancing in a place where hardship was the reality and
bliss was the winning lottery ticket.
Lesser restricted from illegal actions, with higher rates of
conviction. If it was only a juvy back then, now it would be worse. One wrong,
risky decision and one’s life were automatically over.
It was almost as if life had turned into placing bets. The
basis of a decision had a lot of money backing it up. Once you lose it over and
over, you would fall into debt; not with cash but rather with a lifelong
suffering.
Aside from the rash decision an adult might make, we
suddenly remember who we were as children. How vast our aspirations were, and
how beautifully we had planned the future.
To us, the childhood we’d now left behind was brimming with
freedom, rainbows, and dreams of chocolate. Full of immense talent, timid
tales, and constrained experiences. Some of us even believed that as we become
older, we would be able to do things that we previously couldn't.
Have all of those promises been kept by this point?
Perhaps, but perhaps not.
It reminded one of how cute and hopeful someone who was once
a midget was to carry out earlier aspirations and commitments. Now, albeit
still clinging to the past, we were looking forward to the future we had
created from the many visions and ambitions we had for most of our lives. We
were in a period full of open-minded people.
Life was in fact a gamble, it was true. Thus, make sensible
wagers.
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