When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
My big mistake was believing that there is any such thing as a grown up. That places any number of pressures on your natural development.
This is why I don’t believe that old age is a thing either. I believe in progression and the fact that you’re unlikely be right at any age because you’re only coming from your own perspective.
True people who have been walking this journey for longer headers nor expertise to call on, but I don’t see children or young people nowadays having an experience that is in any way similar to my childhood and youth. So what good does that knowledge do them?
Stolen youth
I feel that my generation was the last generation in the UK to have a true childhood. My brother is only 7 years younger than me, but by the time he was 11 the right trainers were a ‘thing’, having specific clothes was a thing.
I think my mum and dad spent more on his first pair of trainers when he was about 13 that they’d had to spend on me in my entire life this far. Although there was one very expensive school uniform because I passed the 11 plus and went to a grammar school. One good thing about being driven out was the secondary school my parents chose were realistic. I loved it there.
As such from the 60s kids have had to grow up too fast and worry about stupid things too soon. They lost freedom.
Even so
Growing up at any age is a very bad idea. Growing in knowledge, experience, useful information to pass on is better.
Growing in humour, in determination, in trying to see the bright side of life (cue Monty Python moment), and towards the light not the darkness. These things are much better.
Growing to the point where you understand and respect the sanctity of all living things, not just beings, everything that lives has a point in this cosmos, including us if we’re kind and respectful. That’s the epitome.
Deb xx
Deb Hawken - Amorah 