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Warning: this is not fact based and slightly melancholy...
Someone once echoed their untested wisdom to me. He warned, "Growing up will take every thing you have." The first time I heard this, I found it to be unpoetic and confusing. At the time I was 16, bearing all my hopes and faith on what I already knew and this didn't fit the criteria of a know-it-all teenager. Just as the story always goes...
Today I accompanied my friend to work. He's an instructor at a karate studio. And while he was teaching all the 7 and 8 year olds, I couldn't help but put myself in their shoes (or should I say bare feet). Seeing them become excited so naturally, then cower at mistakes without fear of being found out. How can you not wonder when the process of growing up into someone who doesn't reflect the real you takes place? Along what lines does the pivotal moment of being fearful of who you are happen? In an instant? On purpose because of some trauma? Is it natural? I wish I could look at this children and have them believe me when I say, "Never lose sight of who you are -because growing up will take everything you have, even you."
So does this mean, that in the grand scheme, life will take everything you have? That's what death is? Youth steals your vigor, adulthood steals your good will, old age steals your health...Time steals your heart? We die in stages.
Someone once echoed their untested wisdom to me. He warned, "Growing up will take every thing you have." The first time I heard this, I found it to be unpoetic and confusing. At the time I was 16, bearing all my hopes and faith on what I already knew and this didn't fit the criteria of a know-it-all teenager. Just as the story always goes...
Today I accompanied my friend to work. He's an instructor at a karate studio. And while he was teaching all the 7 and 8 year olds, I couldn't help but put myself in their shoes (or should I say bare feet). Seeing them become excited so naturally, then cower at mistakes without fear of being found out. How can you not wonder when the process of growing up into someone who doesn't reflect the real you takes place? Along what lines does the pivotal moment of being fearful of who you are happen? In an instant? On purpose because of some trauma? Is it natural? I wish I could look at this children and have them believe me when I say, "Never lose sight of who you are -because growing up will take everything you have, even you."
So does this mean, that in the grand scheme, life will take everything you have? That's what death is? Youth steals your vigor, adulthood steals your good will, old age steals your health...Time steals your heart? We die in stages.
