It is so
irritating when as young kids our parents tell us, “You are too young to
understand such stuff. Grow up and then you can give your opinion and decide for yourself.” At that moment, we start thinking, When shall I grow up and do the
stuff that I like? I am just waiting for that day when I will earn for myself
and then I can spend all I want. I can go wherever I wish to. Nobody will call
me a kid. I will be an ‘adult’. And then, some 12 years later, when you are an adult,
you wish to be that kid again and wonder whether you were hoping for such adulthood
where you are constantly worried about stuff. Stuff like, saving money
for the future, investing enough amounts to cater to emergencies at home or
trying to figure out life.
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27th Birthday |
Halfway across the path form 25 to 30, it has dawned on me that you have to learn to live with the scratch, consider the freckle as your beauty spot and smile your way across the dangling bridge. You have to understand that the moment you cross this bridge, there's another bridge around the next corner of the valley called life. All that you can do is enjoy the ride, oops, I meant the walk; ensure that you have slippers on, if not mountain boots to protect you against the stones, an umbrella to save you from the scorching heat or the rains and a ton load of will-power to strive through the journey.