Growing Pains
I'm only five feet tall.
I'm about to turn 18 years old.
When I was young,
I threw a tantrum on the kitchen floor,
Begging and pleading with my mom,
"I don't want to grow up!"
As you can see,
I have anyway.
Guess I didn't plead loud enough.
It's something everyone does,
the way life goes, if you will.
I didn't have a choice of facing my fear.
But I did have a choice of how to face it.
It's not that I was scared of growing old or dying,
I was scared of losing the lust for life, the vigor,
The happiness and passion, the carelessness,
that a child possesses.
I am only five feet tall.
I am about to turn 18 years old.
I chose to grow up.
To live my life with a lust for it, vigor,
happiness and passion, carelessness (only sometimes of course)
to keep the emotions that a child possesses.
If I'm the height of a child, I might as well act like one, right?
I learned that growing up and growing old are two different things.
Both are inevitable.
So are a lot of things,
But how you choose to grow up,
that
That is what makes the difference.