Growing up
The windows of the taxi I'm in are misty and I feel like drawing shapes on them. There's a bit of excitement inside me that comes with the idea. But I'm in a taxi with 12 other people who would look at me weird if I did. At least in my head I think they would. I don't think I want to find out yet. But anywho, this got me thinking... What does growing up actually mean? Yes, I understand independence, working, babies but why does our way of thinking, feeling and doing things change too? I get that the situations we go through are influential but why can't we keep our child self? Why do we have things that only kids do that parents shouldn't? Who came up with that rule? Or are we too deep in the "what will people say" hole? Maybe that's why we are so depressed and sad. We bury all the things that make us happy deep within us because "it's how it should be". And so I'm challenging myself. Why not? I have a huge...