Originally I was going to title this ‘Growing up is hard’ minus the question mark. But I think it is up for discussion whether it is really growing up that is hard or is it more conforming to our modern society’s strict expectations and rules for how fast we have to mature. Memories of childhood always confuse me. It all seemed to go so slow growing up, long summers followed by even longer (it seemed) winters. But regardless of seasons for me childhood contained a lot of happy memories. Building forts in the summer, and constructing snowmen in the snowy winters.
As a 21 year old now though, I have found out harder than most how hard growing up is. To me, the concept of ‘growing up’ can be easily confused. You see, I am not talking about progressing through apparent maturity to become an example of your given age. No, I speak of the growing up we have to all experience due to life challenges. If you are confused by this, let me give you an example.
I have end stage kidney failure, which has required me to be reliant on dialysis. Personally, this meant that I have had to quickly grow up to a level a person my age would not really need to at this point in life. Our world society as a whole has been developed in such a way that has meant children are now found to be acting more mature than some adults. It is so laughable when you see certain young teenagers on multiple social media platforms talking about world problems and how it is hard to grow up. Wow, I sound so old, ‘Young teenagers’.
It is true that mentally, you never have to grow up. This is one of the most important life lessons I want you to take from this, the fact that away from societal expectations and horrible, uncalled for judgement for little reason, there is absolutely never a situation where you have to find yourself immature or ‘not acting your age appropriately’.
I think, in some sense, we cannot all maintain a child’s frame of mind, as personally I would not be able to have coped with the struggles of the past few months coming to terms with what this disease has done to me and my health, but I still have elements of childlike kindness and innocence that reflect through my fashion choices and the ways I lived my life as a whole. In all honesty, I think this really is the only way I have been able to come to terms to the certain troubles that have plagued me.
So is growing up really hard? Well for me as an individual, maintain the right level of immaturity, and going against the expectations of our harsh society has really saved me, and prevented me from going into deep depression. This is a curious thought.
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