Thursday, March 7, 2013

Here i come in the world


A few days before my 18th birthday, there was nothing I wouldn’t have done to remain 17. I dreadfully wished that the earth and the moon would stop revolving, I wished time would freeze so that I could remain 17 forever. I felt my own life was racing in front of me, escaping from my hands, and with my futile efforts of chasing it, I felt like a lost battalion. I most certainly did not want to turn 18. It felt far too scary, a step closer to the end of my teenage years. It felt so mature and so old, so much so that I felt incapable of holding its burden.

I chuckle when I recall how it has always been the same story for a few years. When I was 15, I wanted to remain that age forever. It seemed just the right age and 16 seemed far too aged and strange. As my 16th birthday approached, I continuously fretted about turning a year older. But I grew to love the age and became accustomed to it. Fifteen suddenly appeared too childish. I was glad that I was now a 16-year-old lady and no longer a 15-year-old child.

But again as my 17th birthday drew close, I did not want to let go of 16. Nonetheless as I turned 17, I realised I was fine with it. But again, ironically, I did not want to turn 18. I still don’t

know why I hold a grudge against growing up. I am sure of something though. No matter how much I fret and complain about growing up in the beginning, I feel happy and satisfied to have grown up ultimately.

I’ve turned 18 for a couple of days now. I look back at the past 17 years and reflect upon my achievements. I did pretty well at school and college, participated in some extracurricular activities and won a few certificates. Turning 18 has made me realise that indeed the time has come to change track, get out of my comfort zone and set out for opportunities, become independent and explore life, set new goals and follow my passion. It has filled me with courage and determination and prepared me for changes. It has brought with it a feel of optimism and hope for the future, filled me with zeal and enthusiasm, made me stronger. It has instilled in me a divine feeling, a feeling that come what may, I will be able to handle myself and move on.

Now I feel proud to have turned 18, proud to have stepped into what is officially tagged as maturity. I feel sure of myself and ready to set out afresh. I see the world waiting, waiting for me to prove my worth.


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