Riding on the dream's wagon, I passed my childhood. I was a big dreamer. I lived in my own little world where fairies existed, adventures came searching for me and I was the heroine who won always.
Now I know that all kids dream like I did. Anyway it was fun and took my mind from the outside world which seemed an alien planet to my mind. I never could mingle with anybody else, bar a few, because my beliefs were different. My aims and aspirations were different. Now I wonder if I should have atleast tried.
In a few months, I learnt something very interesting. I learnt that friendship is not constant, but relative; relative in the sense it changes according to the situation, emotions and the decisions taken. I believed, like all sanguine youth, that friendship, like love, is forever and unchanging. Well, it seems on the path to maturity, you tend to step on a few stones thinking they are stepping stones and inevitably fall. It doesn't matter if you are hurt, it just matters that you misjudged. Coming to maturity, I think I have failed to understand it, let alone gain it. Does maturity mean accepting something they do not feel, as true? Let me be clearer with a simple example. When you love someone deeply, can leaving that person, knowing that its very difficult, be maturity? My question is, is accepting practicality a sign of maturity? What about accepting what you truly feel, what is nearer to your heart?
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