What is Growing Up?

Can it be defined with words?

Or is it known without expression, or thought, or feeling?

It seems I cannot answer, for I do not know.

To me, it seems, age has not brought wisdom,

But questions that remain unanswered; thoughts that remain unfiished.

And with those thoughts, and questions, and ignorance,

Comes an uncomfortable sense of apprehension, and something ineffable:

Perhaps it is fear, uncertainty?

If this is growing up why, then, does it feel like I am growing down?

 

Maybe when we were younger,

We had it all wrong.

Maybe growing older is not aging, or gaining wisdom, or even life-experience.

Maybe it is the way we think, and feel, and live

That changes as we mature.

 

As our lives evolve and we graduate from childhood to adulthood,

And experience new things,

We blossom into the people we are meant to be.

Maybe I cannot define growing up for everyone,

But to me, growing up is experiencing life

And being brave enough to fight for your dreams and aspirations.

 

Yes, perhaps I am growing down,

But if I’m growing down how, then, is the sun still within sight?