I Don't Want To Grow Up!
I Don't Want To Grow Up!
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?
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.
Aditya Gaitonde.