It has been a whole lot of transformation for me. I mean , if you would have known me at high school, you are sure not to recognise me at college. And so have you. You are no more the same guy or girl that you used to be at school. At this point, you are pretty much an individual, with a hell lot of mood swings to cope up with and loads of tasks at hand that you undoubtedly accomplish well in time. College has been another world for you. With everything all by yourself, you tend to develop a lot of interests and a lot of expectations gather up your way, with you climbing those ladder steps gradually.
I have always learnt that people tend to mature with age and not the other way round unless there is an observation of a bell shaped curve that the maturity level reflects when you reach your eighties probably. However it's the twenties and the thirties that are full of vigour and strength and while you are in your early twenties, you stand strong or rather build up a wall while in those phases where you have thoughts of giving up on life, picking up a hobby that is likely to become your better self and occupy most of your time, may be develop vague ideas in your head to have your own business startup with absolutely no clue on how to proceed with the mere intention of owning one, try working out to look your best since it's the age of attraction and the law of attraction speaks for all then and a thousand teeny weeny struggling ideas creep up your brain, residing there baseless of their existence while you scratch your head in amusement at the ridiculously impossible yarn you have spun yourself into.
There's nothing like impossible. It's called "I 'm possible". Aargh! Your brain stops working when you wake up in the morning. Perhaps it's already lunchtime and you have your brunch, just after you've brushed and then wonder at the hours at which you will pick up the courage to walk through that door to freshen up after a bath. It's vacation time, who cares? Well, everyone does. Mind it. You may not actually comprehend the complexity of the situation but the energy drain makes you so reckless that you actually need that shower, no matter how much you resist. Had you slept in time, woken up early, you would have made much more of your day. You get stressed out when you get dictated on changing or rather regulating your sleep cycle. You know it's going to be the same once you get back to college, so you stop bothering about it. You hate to act in the manner you shrieked last night but it all seems to frustrating to you that you end up quarelling with a friend for no reason while the other one is ready to comfort you and you cry your heart out.
You think you have gone crazy and created a pensive mood. Your parents fear that they might lose you and grow hopeless and depressed thinking about your future. You think about all that stuff you can do and still don't feel like it. Everybody thinks and nobody reacts for the fear of being misunderstood and so you keep to yourself, lay down, stretching that sheet over you, shutting yourself out for time alone and finally go off to sleep with a dream of waking up in time, with not a complaint to hear about you, a happy day with you, utilising your time and energy, and, at the end of the day, making your parents happy because that is what matters.
