Only Once.

How we wish to go back to the time when we were called “kids”. But right now, at present, we are stuck in these “growing up years” : halfway to maturity but artless. Are we grown up? No, not actually, age is just a criterion for us to be judged on that. But here we are, takin’ a deep deep breadth full of loads, be it of studies, mates, or teenage problems, full of rush, chaos of the thought in the mind that we are grown up enough to do this, to do that.. We see no more ‘TOM AND JERRY’, for us now, we being Tom and maturity being Jerry. From dependent small children, we want to move on to learners of independence. Now, who wants to run behind their mothers to tell them about the day? Oh of course, now we have friends for that. Who would share everything to parents when we have friends .Right? NO. this is wrong. Totally wrong. Growing up creates secrets within us, we all know what secrets. We think, these secrets are making us mature. No, not at all. Growing up isn’t about the things we are hiding from parents. It’s about making right choices and picking right people. Growing up isn’t about being independent for choosing relationships and friends but is about being independent for choosing right career and steps. It’s not just about changes and looks but about hard work and pimples.

Maybe there’s much enough of place waiting for us to explore: after all, these are just the growing up years.

“Now you see why peter pan didn’t want to grow up?”