When do we grow up? When our bodies tell us or our mind plays games with us. The body ages. We have no control over that. A child starts to babble and crawl. Goes onto walk and talk endlessly. They grow into adults. That is the body. What happens to the mind then? It is all in the mind isn’t it?
What happens when a little innocence is lost like that first kiss. It is arguable. Was it growing up or was it becoming vulnerable? What does one do when the perfect parents are not so perfect any more ? Is that growing up, or a violation of our beliefs?
We want to grow up when we are little and how much we hate it when we finally do? Or is just me, who finds being an adult tiresome.
Taking decisions is hard. Realising that the decisions taken by the ones we trusted were wrong is even harder. Sometimes we can undo the harm. A lot of times we cannot. We find ourselves in a place we cannot tell the truth. We cannot discuss our past. Part ego, part fear. There are times when we want to protect the ones who did wrong by us because we know they did the best they could. The best they knew how. Is that enough? Sometimes, may be not.
I don’t know if it we should let go of their past mistakes. Can we decide that it is time for them to learn because of what we know. Or do we learn from their mistakes and hope to be better people.
When is it that we choose to finally grow up?