Figuring it out

Growing up, we didn't realize how words changed their meaning for us

Words have not remained mere words, they have rather become emotions.

Back in those days when sleep was happiness and not an escape ,

When birthdays used to be fun and felt like a festival,

Who knew that being this excited about being born will soon turn into an existential crisis?

From catching cold to catching feelings, from falling while walking to falling in love,

When the word Ship to us was Titanic and not relation-ships and situation-ships,

Oh I wonder how our playful selves turned to such serious, crazy overthinkers.

That shiny face, spark in those eyes that dared to dream of the sky,

And the only thing that stopped us was not having wings and not having a feature to fly.

From that child for whom anything & everything looked like a victory,

to these self doubt filled adults who have forgotten how to celebrate themselves. 

To this timeline of our life where freedom, space & pleasure all look distinctively appealing,

Just the significance they all hold to us is variable, and that makes a difference.

It's crazy how we all, somewhere, somehow, want to feel understood,

and the biggest irony stands when we fail to understand our own self.

Our emotions have become so messed up that we cry when we are happy and laugh when we're sad.

Those days when the biggest mysteries of our lives was not our future but the moon following us,

Back then when Trusting wasn't hard and now when everything we trust hence makes us question,

In all of these tiny events we never even realized how we swam through such a big transition.

It's no more about the stories we narrate or maybe choose not to narrate, but where in this world can we hide the millions of stories our eyes scream?

We no more find happiness in the toys we could cry oceans for; we now find it in a few quiet moments of sunset, or maybe the beauty of the night stargazing, or making core memories with our favorite beings,

Maybe in some hidden corner of my heart my dreams still don't look like buying a car or a house.

It still wants to be like having a long weekend, watching cartoons on a rainy day or finding moments of peace and joy in my mom's lap,

But where in all this did I agree to grow up or give up on my not-so-adult dreams?

With all this I feel we are not adults rather the most simplest complex creatures hustling our ways to figure it out- but I guess we can't & we shouldn't,

Anyway, life is meant to be lived, not figured out & this mystery is what makes it all worthwhile.

And that's when they say 'Adulting is a soup and I am a fork' and I certainly agree. 

Hence to our cute & confused selves, let's just put on our glasses, get dressed and do our hair, and bring on the snacks because this is not over yet, & there's more to it.

At least when you look back some day to watch the movie of your life, you know you looked your best !

Happy(Not so Happy) Adulting!!You got this:)

If given a chance maybe I'll choose to go through all this again- just might be in a different way. What about you?😏

💬Feel free to leave a comment about your thoughts on how adulting has hit you or how you cope with this! I'd love to know what you think.

Ps.: I won't offer any life lessons here, my blogs are just about making our lives feel a bit more relatable, so you know you are not going through this alone, we're all sailing in the same boat. Stay tuned for more!!

                                                            Today's Good thought:💗

The world is full of beautiful places, Let your Heart be one of them and let no one and nothing destroy the goodness and love in you.

Stay Happy & Take care dear readers!!💫

                                                            

                                                                                                    ~Pavitra