I Don't Want To Grow Up!

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I don’t want to grow up!

I have always felt this way. I do not want to grow up. Plain and simple. It
bothers me that growing up has been so normalised and rationalized.
‘Growing up’, has just been an excuse for the turbulent state of human
existence. If anyone thinks that ‘growing up’ is a good thing, then they are
lying to themselves. I know these may be the thoughts of child who is too
afraid of the outside world, to that I will say, Yes, I am. No one can tell me
that all of this is not terrifying. Contemplating this is not a sign of weakness,
it’s a sign of being self-aware. I have a voice that can be different and still
valid. I feel this world sucks, where curiosity is killed and replaced with
efficiency. Where we are literally bounded to things. The human mind is the
single greatest thing in this universe, It can fathom….end of sentence. It can
understand things. I honestly don’t know why I am writing this, but I can’t
keep this to myself. Will my feelings change? Most probably, but right now,
I am at the base of this mountain looking up, I ponder, why does anyone
even need to climb this mountain?

Growing up is being responsible. If you don’t do the things that need to be


done, they won’t be done. Constantly on your feet for problems and
potential leeks in the boat that we call life. Living on such high alert has to
be bad. Life, in this day and age has been a constant string of worries,
problems and paradoxes. Unsolvable conundrums that haunt us like the
blood on the hands of Macbeth. Seeing people who raised us grow old is
supposed to be part of ‘growing up’ but it sucks. I have gone from
completely believing every word told to me by my grandmother to realising
that she’s manipulative and never truly cared about me. I have seen the
adults in my life who I thought were the smartest people in the world, be
absolutely terrible humans, let alone parents. I have seen with my own eyes
all the things I was taught not to do, be done. Everyone goes through a
moment where they realise that adults are just children with children. Who’s
going to correct them? Us? They don’t listen to ‘children’.
Therefore, we are stuck with ‘compromise’. Compromise is just learning to
live with the devils around you. I used to trust everyone, now I don’t trust
the people closest to me because I have learnt that when push comes to
shove everyone is a monster. All of this, as mandatory as it is, sucks. I know,
‘it’s a part of life’, ‘everyone has to go through it’ and ‘you have it so good,
so many people do not even have half of you’. All of these arguments are
valid, but the cause is faulty. We just learn to accept that Life inherently
sucks and is always going to kick you down and spit in your face. It’s our
job to get up, dust ourselves and carry on two steps until the next bashing
inevitably falls upon us.

There is literally no time to breathe. Doing nothing is the natural state,


working is an anomaly. I find it hysterical that people do not live their lives
because they are too tired from working. Vacations are limited. I feel that
‘work’ should be treated with more respect. It’s not something that has to be
done, it is something you are choosing to do. You choose to dedicate your
mental health and your physical health to a cause, leaving aside your own
personal afflictions and vice, now that should be met with more than, “But
you are supposed to be doing that”. SAYS WHO! Who made this choice for
me? Who dictated that I should normalise this?

Early twenties are when the average individual starts earing, starts ‘having
a career’ or ‘providing for themselves or the family’. The reality of the
situation is that you are working for pennies on the dollar, struggling,
dealing with problems that aren’t even yours most of the time, trying to
show the work rather than do the work because of corporate culture. You
work from Nine am to Five pm most of the time. That’s 37.5% of your day.
Not to mention commute and the work spills over into the remainder of the
day so almost half your day for most of your life goes into something which
most of the time isn’t even yours. For people who work or do things they
love as their jobs, I personally feel is a sure shot way to ruin something you
truly love.
“If you love it what you do you won’t be working a day of your life”, is a
sentence told to everyone, but I want to add to that by saying that you have
taken something you love and meddled with it, morphed it to fit in the ‘Real
World’ so much so that is it even the same thing you used to love? Can you
enjoy it the same as a hobby or a passion? Where do you draw the line? If
you can’t draw the line, is it not always work and isn’t that exhausting?

People retire at Sixty, so around 40 years you work (consider averages and
rounded off numbers). Implementing the initial calculations, 50% of 40
years is 20 years, the average life expectancy is 73 years that means 28% of
your life is just purely living for someone else. That is being conservative. I
hate that. I hate the thought of slogging and working for something that at
the end of the day might be meaningless and gives you a false sense of
achievement. This does not mean I do not want to work. I do want to earn,
as much and as quickly as possible. But I can do it begrudgingly.

Look, I understand this is a pointless rant. I know I, along with literally


billions of us have to struggle with ‘life’, the point is not to suffer, the point
of this piece was to shine a light on struggle. People often glorify adulthood
by saying freedom and independence. True, but at a cost of a lot of
immutable things.

Aditya Gaitonde.

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