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Friday, June 26, 2015

ON GROWING UP...

Growing up is difficult!
Looking back, i realize, there wasn't much i had as a kid! But i had "the moment”, i had the present moment, i had "everything". The world was small, yet there was so much to explore. Everything was new and fresh and like magic.
I was a shy kid, yet unbelievably vile and talkative sometimes, and that depended on how warm the person with me was. You see, Kids aren't stupid. Kids, have an inherent capability of finding people who can share their warmth with them, the one with life in them, and the people who have stories to tell! Kids do it better than us; we have been taught too much of non-sense on how to judge people in this world! But Kids love to love, love a lot, cry a lot, and then love again. If they hate you, they will make sure you know that as well. They don't choose between originality and falseness. They don't plan, all they have is the moment, and all they know is what to do that moment. It was just that simple. But is just as difficult to feel like that again!


Focusing on things is difficult for a child. 
But for a child there is immense devotion and focus even in their distractions. Life was jumbled mess of distractions. There was beauty in the randomness. Now, what slowly happens is that we try to bring order to this randomness. It is not an easy task, but necessary, nevertheless. It is absolutely necessary, as with order we bring certainty to life, with certainty we bring security to life, with security we plan to live safely till we die, of course. The entire life plan is for being safe till death. You have to grow up before you die; you have to learn to get over all your heart breaks and failures. You have to be happy before you die. You have to bring that order. I don’t need to explain, but there is even a social code of conduct of what order you need to follow, you know, getting an education, getting a job and getting married and so on. That order indeed, can save your life, before you die, isn’t it?

What do you do at the age, when you are too old for being randomly stupid, and too young for being methodically wise? Well, of course, you write ambiguous blog posts and confuse people! But I am doing something more! I am trying to bring randomness to the order of life, and I am trying to do random things in order. All of us are planning our life ahead. It’s important; a person without a plan is no better than a flower pot sitting in one corner. A person with just a plan and no idea how to add life to it is, well, a zombie, a machine. Now, growing up, is NOT a part of the plan! Growing up is inevitable. We don’t have to give up on the randomness of life to grow up. We don’t have to grow out of sweet little things to grow up. Growing up is a constant of life! Like time, time is a constant.  Like mason says in ‘boyhood’, “It’s just — it’s like it’s always ‘right now’, you know?”  We are constantly learning and growing up every moment! We are constantly growing up as we try to order things out, by making plans for future, by working for it, by following the order we want in life, by sticking to the to-do list. We are growing up when we stop for a while and appreciate the sunset. We are growing up in those moments when you stumble upon a stranger and abruptly decide to go have coffee with them, and bare your mind to them. We are in a constant process of transformation, yet we are still the same. I am still the same person who used to dance in the rain, still the same person who laughed at sentimental movies, still the same person who years later ends up crying all night for a broken relationship, I am still the same person who went on a coffee with a stranger and took my mask off…. All events just separated by this illusion of time. The aim of life isn’t to grow up. The aim of life is to still be that kid, with focus in life, yet accommodative to the distractions. Growing up is just the same as ‘being’, its like seizing the moment, or should i say, " let the moment seize you". 


Growing up is easy after all!!!


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