Date Published: February 24, 2023
Time Published: 2:51 PM
Category: Prose
Theme: Adulthood, Fear
Synopsis: The wish to be a child was never truly granted. As I grew old, I confronted more fear and doubts, will I ever achieve something without them?
I've always felt that the best memories are only made when you're older. Those times when you envision yourself walking around the world, peering around every corner, trying to figure out what fits you or not. The excursion we've always wanted to do, clinging to the conceiving ideate we were given, separating ourselves from the unusual simply to prove that we're old enough to explore on our own. But now, somewhere within me felt a yearning to go beyond the period, to where my preferences and understanding are still being progressively nurtured.
When my birthdays were still a speck in my mind. Or when my fascinations were still delightful; the toys and meals we want that brought a genuine smile. It felt vibrant rather than diminishing. I knew it was unavoidable that we would remain as kids. As nurturing children, we will soon grow out of our comfort zone. The toys we begged for, the teddy bears and blankets we frequently misplaced and bemoaned, and the photographs we took to remember our former selves, are now, and will be our past.
Now, I was frightened to face the outside world all by myself. Who will wipe my tears away when I cry? Who will hug and comfort me in times of sorrow? Am I ready? It seemed hard to battle the world independently. The despair to comprehend, and scour the world as you let yourself phase outside of your comfort zone. Locating a possible chance for you to seize, from education to profession; was the fundamental necessity of human beings to properly uphold their life. In order to face this issue, courage is required.
We spend the majority of our lives with our parents, but to pursue our dreams, we would soon need to separate ourselves from them. We had unrestrained freedom when we were younger, like the capabilities we held high at our peak, wherein we can do anything as we venture into the immature. But now, as adults, we are regulated by the government at some point in our lives. The government's snatching judgment seems to have kept the freedom of speech and expression to one’s self.
Will I ever be able to be a kid once again? My high-scoring ambitions had now become more challenging. A deficit of funds may bring you down a dozen tons, including the dedicated prophecy that you will be enchanted with. It was certain that the world is unavoidable, and that death would not be the remedy. As much as some of us wanted to end ourselves, we would just wind-up fighting and groaning from the excruciating pain we are experiencing. And, in reality, we wanted to destroy and battle the anguish within us, not the entirety of ourselves.
Occasionally, I miss my parents, not in the way that I wanted them beside me, but in a different way that I was dreaming of once again. The security that they provide, the tranquility that we as people yearned for. I have never discovered anything apart from love and comfort from them, and expressing my sentiments felt relieving and relaxing. The younger generations may have felt fine and at ease as their tiny feet sauntered the world. As we tell them our story, their arms reach and wrap around us. Many possibilities, which we frequently view as many beams we desired, the life we sought, or the longings and wishes we aspired. For children, the world was boundless.
I am now an adult. The world was now accessible for me to notice, and study. This is the stage I requested, yet it felt tense. It seemed like the entire world was staring at me, and ridiculing me. Is this something that I prepared for? I'll be ready for the conflicts that await me. The universe is not always filled with tints and rainbows; more often than not, it is filled with raven hues and ashes. The house we left will still be with us, and will never be forgotten. It was inescapable that the absence of emotion we carry would have a greater impact on development. Missing them was natural, and returning to them was reasonable.
Like a flower and a bee, the bees will most likely continue to venture, but the blooms will not. You are the bee, and they are the flower. As their petals began to bloom, you were there to admire them, not the difficulties they faced, but to be a desired sign for them to continue to thrive. Pollen will cling onto you as a symbol of their passion for you to blossom and prosper. So, never forfeit hope as you follow these miracles through dry and moist soils because a flower will always bloom. We humans will succeed even in complicated circumstances. So, as we carry our light steps towards adulthood, remember to look back, and see how far we've reached. Because as we follow these roads, the importance of our loved ones will never fade.
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