I am NEVER growing up
Maybe we were never meant to grow up —
maybe we were only meant to grow old.
Maybe we were never meant to
leave our childhood heart at the door
as we walked into adulthood.
Maybe the wrinkles on our skin
were meant to be embraced
and not hidden in shame.
Who said more responsabilities
meant we should walk through life
with boredom?
Who said that life was
meant to be grey and dull
and not full of bright colors?
The first mistake you made was
letting society make you believe
that you had to kill yourself
in order to life a successful life.
Only to realize that apparently,
a successful life meant
working the same job until you die
and retiring at age 60 with
a good retirement fund.
If this is called success,
then i fortunately, and aimlessly
failed the test.
And no — I am not 60 years old,
not even close.
But that is far from
what I have planned for my life.
Matter of fact,
i don’t even have a 5 year plan.
Hell — i don’t even know
where I’ll be in a year.
But one thing I know is
I don’t want to fold under norms
i never agreed to.
I don’t want to live a life
i need escape from.
I don’t want to count the days,
i want to make the days count.
I want my moments to be timeless,
not contained in a calendar.
I don’t want to wake up every day
and feel like i’m a zombie
walking in a ghost town.
I dont want every day to feel the same,
i want to get a taste of adventure.
I want to wake up in the morning
and having no clue
of what the future holds.
Because that’s when
the most beautiful things
have the space to bloom.
I dont want to spend my life
in a cage made of gold —
I don’t want to fear life
because society told me
that’s what i should do.
I don’t want to
lose sight of who i am
just to please people
i don’t even know.
So I’m sorry to
break it down to you but,
I won’t tame the dragon
just because people fear the flames.
I think there’s beauty in growing old —
but believe me when i say
I am never growing up.
