However lonely it may seem and no matter how hard you try to escape the reality, growing up is a part of life. It is the change which is inevitable and has to be made peace with. By the time you are a kid, you are not endowed with responsibilities and you are as free as a bird. You can cry over spilt milk and also spill the milk. You can buy things and also break them. Everybody loves and adores you for who you are. Chubby cheeks and a round belly are bodily attributes of pride and no scrutiny. Childhood is the best phase of life to be in.
Growing up looks really fancy and alluring during the childhood stage. Every adult becomes a structure of power, authority and intellect and children envy their stature and behaviour, aspiring to become like them in the future; not knowing adulting is a dark phase and being an adult comes with a lot of responsibilities, duties and obligations. You are like a horse, whose reins are in the hands of a lot of people like elders, parents, society, peers and you get influenced by the side which seems the heaviest at the moment. You get judged for every wrong but you may not be appreciated for your right doings. You are constantly under scrutiny and there is no end to the misery when you try to break the shackles of stereotypes, question gender roles, live life on your own terms and move forward in the pursuit of what you think is right. Being an adult is accompanied with excruciating pain that you have to mask, tears that you have to hide and capes that you have to wear in order to prove to the world that you are no less than anyone and you can fake it till you make it.
A responsible adult has duties towards family and he or she takes care of his/her parents in the best way possible. There are times when it is felt that there is no life lived for oneself but only for others and it is depressing to think on such lines. But then, adults also remember that a life is as good as you make it and there can be no good Karma than doing good for others, specially parents. Our childhoods are spent in brooding over the fact that we are not grown up and while being grown ups, we reminisce the times of our childhood and want them to return. This is how life goes and how it is meant to be. We cannot evade it, just learn the subtle art of adulting in a responsible way.
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