My Story: A 4-Year Old Adult
I’m only a 4 year old adult and I’ve made countless mistakes already.
I hate the fact that my parents want me to take up responsibilities as an adult while treating me like a 4 year old. That is so something that I don’t know the word for.
I don’t have friends who stay near me ‘and’ care about me. It’s either or. I have already lost so many friends, I’ve lost count. I’ve had relationships that I thought would mean something. That would count for something. Imagine the pain of using the word ‘last’ for relationships that didn’t.
Knowing how kind I have been to myself and to the decisions I have taken, I have never once known the consequences, the after math involved, to myself and the people around me. At this age, people mature. They do, totally, 100%. But the decisions taken aren’t always mature. And those decisions have a purpose: Hit rock bottom and then rise, like from the dead.
The pain, the word ‘pain’, doesn’t do justice to what a person actually experiences, is what’s my opinion. A 4 letter word for a 4 year old adult who’s made almost 4 times the mistakes done by a normal person.
I have been wondering if life is even meant for me. I know everyone says it’s supposed to be hard initially to have a fruitful ending, “Don’t quit just yet”. Why exactly? Why shouldn’t I quit?
How longer will I need, to accept that, life is coming from me, not at me?
Having to experience your world shift directions, knowing that you will never meet the same person on that same direction again, knowing that you won’t even be on that direction again, knowing that you won’t be taken care of from now on even when you have plenty of people around you, that you’re on your own, will drag down a plane you’ve been standing on so hard that you’ll feel like you’ve just jumped down from Mt. Everest.
And feel me, I’m just a 4 year old adult who will continue to make countless mistakes.
Hey y’all.
If you’re reading this, I’m grateful that you’re here. While you’re here, let’s play a game I like to call “Show me what you got”. Too forward, let me take a moment to explain.
Have you all written something that just came out of and you were like “This is it, this is me”? Yeah? I know. How many of our blogs/writings have ever been published without that one quick grammar check? None. Well, I am here today, with my writing where I have made no changes to my first draft. That’s me, that’s raw.
In a world where editing and perfection often steals the spotlight, let’s strip it all away and embrace our raw, unfiltered emotions and thoughts.
Show me your best unfiltered work, no eloquent phrasing, no quick grammar checks, just you and your writing without different platforms interfering the flow. Let’s do it!
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT, cause why not?
And while you’re at it, tag me. Let me into your world of raw emotions. Or tag your friends and invite them into this world of embracing imperfections. A magician’s trick gone wrong. Let’s roll it!
I now nominate Ina😉 and PREETI VERMA for this challenge!
