In the process of growing up, we'd lost so much. We pretended to be adults when the time was not right, now we mourn the time we have lost. But oh it's even lonelier when you're alone in that boat, where everyone else in your life did not made the same mistake. Even more frustrating is that they are wasting their time away without caring about making it worth while. Time turns back for no one.
Now here we are, in suits and ties, a briefcase to complete the appeal. What now? We have we gained from rushing into adulthood so much? What are the returns for the things we had lost? Can they ever be regained?
Of course, one cannot abuse these feelings and stay a kid forever, you can't be 26 and be jobless, leeching on your parents for food and a place to live. You have to take responsibility, now this is growing up properly, without neglecting your inner child, without neglecting your responsibilities. That's what it means to grow up. To strike a balance.
It's sad how we have all neglected ourselves in the pursuit of adulthood, neglected our dreams and passions, especially when we pursuit it at the time where we should had embraced our childhood.
