There’s a difference between growing up and adulting, don’t ask me cause I’m lost for words. I mean, even I can’t tell. Well that’s probably because I’m not yet deep. But seems like soon enough, no, sooner than expected, this ship that sails so freely and carelessly might begin to sink… deeper and deeper by the moment till it learns how to float again, but now amidst storms, not just on still waters like it’s used to.

I don’t like change just like most of you. Don’t even try to deny it. That state of being static, just laying back, knowing that you can stretch further, but at your own convenience… so appealing as appalling as the thought of it is. Damn, whoever made change inevitable?

Slowly but surely I’m learning to be responsible for my life.No longer just the subject of discussion but the core of the discussion, a stakeholder at that. I’d say I so much long for my carefree early and mid teenage days, but who am I kidding. It’s so hard to manoeuvre sans a manual,yet be expected to be always right,like you’re some sort of god.But how can I get one when each person’s manual for life is different, or rather unique?

I thought I’d only test this at school, but here we are, sometimes when you have two options in a given situation, for me choosing the more stupid one is smarter. For staters, we learn from mistakes especially deliberate ones. I’m not rooting for this but if you can relate, then you know what I mean. Weird as it is, that’s how some of our brains work. Secondly, the unwise option of the two lowers people’s expectations before seeing you deliver. Zero hype, zero pressure, and that look of surprise and tone of disbelief… makes it all worth it. Albeit a risk, it’s better than walking on eggshells, afraid to miss the step, right?

I didn’t have a title for this, but I bet you have one by now.