You don’t realize change, until it’s already happened; and then when you do realize, it’s to late to do anything about it. Growing up is a lot like a going through a photo-album. You can remember how you felt with a brief snapshot of a moment stuck in time but you forget the details in-between, the follow-up moments before and the post-anguish of what happened after that moment had passed.
Patronizing: When parents say, “You’re only young once, so enjoy it” – I used to feel enraged upon hearing this cliché, but now after eighteen years of life on planet Earth, I can finally accept the advice. I remember being a young-tyke always edging closer between the boundaries of self-assessment and peer seclusion, always comparing and spending to much time searching for accolades and suffering from purely pre-adolescent stupidity – jumping in rivers and whatnot. I mean there is no rule-book; why shouldn’t every child experience life through their own eyes? The only way to enjoy things is to learn what it means to not enjoy something because it allows you to appreciate what you previously took for granted.
Moving from parents advice to nostalgia and retrospect, what I have learnt from ageing is that when a TV-series ends, it is devastating. All your left with are the repeats of series-past for you to psycho-analyze every episode to see if you’ve missed anything. I can’t tell you the amount of times I have watched back-to-back series of Scrubs, the US office, F.R.I.E.N.D.S and How I Met Your Mother. The point is, growing up kind of sucks.
A phrase i often heard as a child was “I can’t wait to be older”, I want to talk to him, tell him the way things are, and how the world works, because youth doesn’t last forever and so at the end of the day, you can take solace in the fact that ageing, unlike time, is not relative and at least we’re not alone.