Growing up. It comes in moments. The day you’re claiming yourself as an independent on your tax forms. The epiphany you have when you realize that your voice actually matters, when you go out and vote for the first time. The second you decide that you can post, share or say something where you are truly expressing your thoughts, without concern for the reaction of others.
Growing up comes in waves of caring. Of learning from others. It comes when you foster the ability to look inside your soul and realize that this invisible piece inside of you, this is who you are. That nobody has the ability to take it away from you. Growing up is learning that change means action, that desire is not enough to make something a reality.
It’s committing yourself to someone or something, even if that thing is a pet fish, a job, your health, yourself.
Growing up is realizing that what matters the most is love. It will always matter the most. It will always win.
Which is why not all “grown ups” are grown up. Having a secure job and knowing how to do your laundry does not mean that you are a “grown up”. Having adult responsibilities does not mean that you are a “grown up”.
Growing up means G-R-O-W-I-N-G. Emotionally, physically, spiritually, in selflessness, in self-awareness, in knowledge, in self-love.
Growing up is what happens when you realize that you are love, and that it is your responsibility to carry it with you always.
To take away judgment, to open up your mind, and to take care of that love, letting it grow, and giving it to each other always.