All the World's a Stage...
18 pressed play
The one thing about blogs that's quite nifty is you get to read people's thoughts without being intrusive. And knowing a lot of friends who have blogs, you get to read a lot of thoughts, so to speak. Ironically, though, despite their glaringly different personalities, they seem to have lots of common sentiments. One example is their similar entries with the running theme "enjoying one's childhood." The articles range from "don't hurry to grow up" to "I'm still a kid inside," and, let me tell you, they don't stop at that. But what happens if we finally decide to leave our childhood, or if our childhood has finally proven too fleeting a thing?
We grow up, that's what.
We go through the long and painful phase of understanding that we aren't children anymore and that we still have a long way to go to becoming adults. And in the course of growing up, we get stuck in Teenager-ville where we supposedly start learning being mature and taking responsibilities like how a conscientious individual should. After a while, we get the gall to brag that we're now mature and sensible college students. But then, when we really think about it, do mature and sensible people whine about exams? Do mature and sensible people throw tantrums? Do mature and sensible people waste time pondering the "in" factor of Chuck Taylors?
In light of this situation, I wonder: Are we really mature, sensible college students, or are we simply ten-year-olds stuck in the bodies of teenagers?
We bristle when we're called childish. We're insulted when we're labeled infantile. Why? Because somehow, we've gotten it in our heads that we aren't immature, that we're capable of letting go of our childish tendencies. On some level, maybe we are capable. The question is, how long 'til we revert back to being kids who are wont to throw tantrums?
Until something we don't agree with comes our way, I suppose. Like...
A professor who's too fond of handing out crap
A party we're suddenly not allowed to attend
A pair of shoes we don't have enough money to buy
A classmate who thinks s/he's all that
A show we're going to miss because we can't get home on time
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
But until those situations present themselves, we are the mature, sensible college students we've led ourselves to believe. And maybe, this ain't so bad. We're only in college. We still have time to really live up to our parents' expectations. Right now, I don't think we're prohibited to act as schizo as we want to. After all, what's life without the occasional "boo-boos" of adults-to-be?
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All the World's a Stage, and all the men and women merely players (Shakespeare, As You Like It) - Life is like a play, and we go through every stage of our life acting it out
We grow up, that's what.
We go through the long and painful phase of understanding that we aren't children anymore and that we still have a long way to go to becoming adults. And in the course of growing up, we get stuck in Teenager-ville where we supposedly start learning being mature and taking responsibilities like how a conscientious individual should. After a while, we get the gall to brag that we're now mature and sensible college students. But then, when we really think about it, do mature and sensible people whine about exams? Do mature and sensible people throw tantrums? Do mature and sensible people waste time pondering the "in" factor of Chuck Taylors?
In light of this situation, I wonder: Are we really mature, sensible college students, or are we simply ten-year-olds stuck in the bodies of teenagers?
We bristle when we're called childish. We're insulted when we're labeled infantile. Why? Because somehow, we've gotten it in our heads that we aren't immature, that we're capable of letting go of our childish tendencies. On some level, maybe we are capable. The question is, how long 'til we revert back to being kids who are wont to throw tantrums?
Until something we don't agree with comes our way, I suppose. Like...
A professor who's too fond of handing out crap
A party we're suddenly not allowed to attend
A pair of shoes we don't have enough money to buy
A classmate who thinks s/he's all that
A show we're going to miss because we can't get home on time
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
But until those situations present themselves, we are the mature, sensible college students we've led ourselves to believe. And maybe, this ain't so bad. We're only in college. We still have time to really live up to our parents' expectations. Right now, I don't think we're prohibited to act as schizo as we want to. After all, what's life without the occasional "boo-boos" of adults-to-be?
~
All the World's a Stage, and all the men and women merely players (Shakespeare, As You Like It) - Life is like a play, and we go through every stage of our life acting it out
Paola @ 2:18 PM
