Growing Up

The childhood innocence is blemished by the knowledge of age. Complexity weaves its way into simplicity. Worries, problems, and dismay inch their way into the carefree life, our life, we once knew. Thoughts of play convert into anxieties of pain. As we know more, unwillingly, we wish we didnâ??t. Just the awareness of adulthood makes the world a harsher place. The demand to act mature over-shadows the need to have fun. The obligations of society inhabit and control our lives. We are the puppets of tomorrowâ??s future. Growing up means hardships and inconveniences that our juvenile minds canâ??t grasp. Ordinary scars we would get, could be healed by a simple hug and kiss from mom, alters into a session, and paycheck to a physic. Growing up is not all joyful nap-time ball, and piggy-back-rides. Some of it is realizing that, the bitter world is out there, to feast upon you, and turn you into frivolous rubbish like the rest of humanity.

HAD TO WRITE IT FOR SCHOOL. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.