point A & point B

life was so much more retarded and eventful when we were teenagers.

we tumble through our teens trying to fit in, to figure out who we are as persons. we do crazy shit because paying for the consequences meant detention or a call to mum and dad. living for the holidays and dreading school so badly we’d make our parents write sick notes.

our friends were our lives and not being in the ‘crowd’ meant that your life would end. there’d be no one to go to ‘orchard’ with. the epitome of life were the cat fights, boy drama and which teacher was mayor of bitchville that week.

we barely look forward and scrutinize the details of what will come to be and what we will have to do. we merely float through years and years with our feet off the ground and our head in the clouds.

we felt as though we could’ve conquer the world.

truth is, the world is a lot tougher than we thought.

as we get older, the weight of life crush down and we grow up.

we learn that there is so much more to everything. war, death, office politics, ideology, life goals, bills to pay, judgment from our peers, parent’s expectations, our own expectations of ourselves, and the realization that our lives will never pan out the way we envision when we were young.

we weed out the acquaintances from the good friends, and the good from the best. well, only to realise that there is no such thing as a best friend. it’s either they are family or not.

we reserve ourselves for those who truly deserve it. we enjoy our own company more. relationships are no longer just holding hands. because sex, it complicates things. the precocious feelings of jealousy,lust and anger in our youth compare like twigs in a hurricane. it is so much more complicated.

we learn to play the game.

we learn that nothing is black or white. we become artists.