Its weird how a whole year passes and you sit down and wonder what you did with the last twelve months, I mean it feels like yesterday when I was trailing the Leeds carnival with my sticky out dreadlocks and now the Leeds carnival came back and I feel exactly the same. Is one supposed to feel different when one grows older, should there come with these passing years an intangible feeling of adulthood?
I repeatedly have people tell me "act your age", " you never dress properly", "you should take things more seriously" and the ultimate rib cracking most recent "those multicoloured shoes make you look twelve!".
In my opinion, I think people want to rush to adulthood and as a result they take decisions that steal from them too quickly their childlike innocence. I think its possible to grow older and yet hold in some shape or form our carefree childlike nature, however, it is not as though I am advocating the advent of irresponsible childish adults.
In life, everything is about balance and as much as one needs to put out a certain front of maturity, I do not think I necessarily have to wear heels, a second layer of skin (excessive make up) and bone straight weaves to prove to anyone that my mind and intellect grows everyday as I grow older; that irrespective of age I continue to advance in my communication and thought process.
I repeatedly have people tell me "act your age", " you never dress properly", "you should take things more seriously" and the ultimate rib cracking most recent "those multicoloured shoes make you look twelve!".
In my opinion, I think people want to rush to adulthood and as a result they take decisions that steal from them too quickly their childlike innocence. I think its possible to grow older and yet hold in some shape or form our carefree childlike nature, however, it is not as though I am advocating the advent of irresponsible childish adults.
In life, everything is about balance and as much as one needs to put out a certain front of maturity, I do not think I necessarily have to wear heels, a second layer of skin (excessive make up) and bone straight weaves to prove to anyone that my mind and intellect grows everyday as I grow older; that irrespective of age I continue to advance in my communication and thought process.
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