Adulthood

Revisiting one's root and origin is quintessential especially when the world around you is moving a little too quickly. Time's being stubborn as it always is and refusing to pace the way you wish it to and slipping as sand does from hands. The company of friends and enemies is blurring between the two and the juggling act of not giving up your personal safety and peace for the profession is becoming hard. You're hoping, wishing, nay almost praying that your sanity does not wash away as quickly as the firmness of your skin is.

You create divergence at first. They wear off as quickly as your patience does these days. You realize you need solutions. Long or short not being the focus. Just solutions at this point. So you contemplate.

Contemplate.

Contemplate.

You fight between complaining, experiencing the pains of your past, regrets, and denial. Fighting to find rhyme and reason. You're lucky because you struggled to know better. So between you and utter disappointment and physical disintegration, your painful experiences break through. You make a half decent decision and survive for a little longer. And for a second you feel a powerful flicker of pride at the center of your chest. Powerful enough to buy you time. Yes, that old stubborn sucker.

And you live for a little longer.