Poem - On Growing Up

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I recently finished my last exam for my last semester at college. The days before the exam were spent studying, contemplating my life at college, and enjoying the last few moments as thoroughly as I could. It was a bittersweet feeling when I realised that a new phase of life was starting for me and many changes were and at this moment, are taking place. 

Just about 2-3 weeks back, I went out with my classmates to hang out before we could all go our separate ways and I made sure to enjoy myself thoroughly since I probably would not experience their company again for a long time. We ate, walked, laughed, played at the beach, and when it was time to go back home, I was sad. When I reached my bus stop, I was a little emotional. I said "bye" to them and they waved to me from inside the bus, and then I went home from there. When I had some quiet time to think, I shed a couple tears because I would miss my time at college and the company of my classmates. I would miss the chatter, laughter, sharing of lunch, spending time out in the hallways at lunch break, the classes of my teachers, and the atmosphere of college. I would and I do, as I write, miss it all. 

Now that my sweet three undergraduate years have come to an end, it's time to step into a new life. This new life is filled with anxiety, new feelings, and new experiences. It is quite overwhelming and stressful, but a tiny bit exciting. While I am somewhat happy about these things, I often think of when I was a child and a teen. My childhood was spent in enjoyment, countless drawings of horses and animals, climbing up cardboard boxes and claiming it as my throne, reading comics, writing childish stories, crying about how hard math was, drawing all over my textbooks, and whatnot. 

Those were better times and it only seems like yesterday when I was little. I find it really funny how when we're children, we're eager and impatient to get older, but when we actually get older, we envy the children! The grass is always greener on the other side. 

I have felt much about my childhood, youth, and studenthood, and all of it is expressed in this poem that you can read below:

 

Some of my readers are already adults, some old, some middle-aged, some just a couple years elder to me, and some my age. Do you often think of when you reached the confluence of childhood and adulthood? How does it make you feel now and how did you feel back then when changes took place? My dear readers are from many walks of life and born in different times, in different places, and in different situations. I'm interested to know how you felt at such a time. Please leave a comment down below. I would love to hear what you have to say 😄.

Love,

Arnica