Twenty-three years older and slightly more insightful, I don't necessarily feel the need to prove others wrong; however, my tone has gotten more direct.
I need so much more out of the life I have grown accustomed to. It pains me to live in the present.
I have grown attached and detached from many, enjoyed solitude, and have ventured so deeply into my mind it would make anyone cry
The truth is with age comes a longing to change who you are, hyperfocused on things that shouldn't matter.
Reminiscing on those who brought out the pain in you and had you questioning your self-worth.
The longing for happiness is a road that oftentimes seems impossible to reach.
You learn to adapt and persevere during moments when you would rather hide
or run;
As you silently always come to the conclusion that you can no longer blame the inconveniences and hardships on the mistakes of those who came before;
and unwitting their wrongs is an essential part to your story.
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Growing Pains
PoetryA raw and uncomfortably honest reflection on what adulting is really like, from the perspective of a naive 20 something year old.
