Growing Up #13: What’s all this mess? 37 Questions

  1. Are we scared of reality?
  2. How to get rich? Is savings enough?
  3. Are adults more egoistic than children?
  4. Do we fear being taken for granted?
  5. Why are some of the better things already taken, like domain names?
  6. Do we do things for the sake of it? Education? Marriage? (Inflammatory stuff here, ahem.)
  7. Why are we so bothered?
  8. Is it really possible to give up position, reward and do things for experience and learning?
  9. Should I run or hide?
  10. Should I accept or deny?
  11. Has learning become overrated?
  12. Am I really learning?
  13. Why is it so hard balancing being nice and keep people from walking all over your face?
  14. Am I ready to do this for the rest of my life?
  15. What if I wake up and everything is just an illusion?
  16. Should I have pizza with pineapples?
  17. How old am I?
  18. How old do I feel?
  19. Is this PMS?
  20. Is this real?
  21. How do people become successful?
  22. Wait, what is success?
  23. Is business a legit excuse?
  24. What do you call people who read your messages but don’t reply?
  25. How can two extremes of hot and cold exist at the same time?
  26. Do they really mean what they say?
  27. Why do we want to be special?
  28. Am I falling behind in life?
  29. Why is it still raining in September end?
  30. Can money solve problems?
  31. Are humans the biggest threat ever?
  32. What will happen to the economy?
  33. Is 11 pm a good time to sleep?
  34. Whose reply are we waiting for glaring across the screen?
  35. Why does it feel so uneasy?
  36. Which book should I read?
  37. Am I over thinking?

37 Questions because 37 is a prime number, cannot be divided by 2, 3, 5, 7. Random questions that mostly have no connection between each other, they pop up, come and go. Growing Up, a series about growing up every Saturday. (Not today, cause it’s Tuesday at this part of the world!). 

Growing Up #12: Twenty Two

22

Wait, no, it’s not my birthday. And I’m not turning 22. It’s a line from Taylor Swift’s song titled 22.

I don’t know about you but I’m feeling 22
Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you
You don’t know about me but I bet you want to
Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22, 22

When the song first came out, I always wanted to know what it meant. Why does she specifically sing about feeling like 22? Little did I know that to really understand it, I’d have to go past 22 into the realm of everyday doubt, overthinking, and wandering.

Wait, didn’t JRR Tolkien say something about wanderers: Not all who wander are lost. Phew!

Thats why the feeling of 22. 

Looking back at 22, it was really an incredible time. Agree? Just out into the world with your ingenious thoughts. Good thing is a part of us will always be 22 – naive, growing up, and dreamy.

Will Taylor Swift write something about being 32? Oh yes, she already has.

32 and still growing up now.

A line from her song Innocent.

Of course, no matter how old we get, we will still be young at our hearts, younger and wiser perhaps. Sounds like quite the combo.


Yeah, I grew up listening to a lot of Taylor Swift songs. Growing Up  – a weekly series on growing up, written and delivered on a Saturday (mostly). 

The Encounters

Who on earth gave
the idea that we
must steal hearts,
and that it was the
ultimate goal there is?

Why not steal the mind,
the eye, the soul?
How can life be understood
through just one
unexplained being
all consuming?

Mustn’t we have friends
with whom we can converse
under the rainbow about
how the color we see is
anything but what we see?

Mustn’t we have companions
who love the Knight and Rook
as much as we do, even more, perhaps,
whose moves make us wiser?

Mustn’t we have pals
whose silly laughs are an
antidote to aging?

How can life be contained
in one single being
all consuming?

So we live
through every being we cross;
a part of us in them,
a part of them in us.

Never the same
after the encounter –
no matter how
brisk or muffled.

Growing Up #3: Age is just a number?

Age is just a number, they say.

Maybe they are right, it’s an arbitrary measure of how long you have lived chronologically.  But only if life could be lived in the simple timelines that come ahead. Some days I am 10 years behind, like a kid that I always am. Some days I function like an adult, apt for the time. Some other days I am a toddler, whose insatiable demands leave me heart broken. Some other days I am a philosopher trying her tiny hands at solving problems that may appear 10 years from now.

It does seem age is just a number. Like a river that splits into tributaries that visits different landscapes as it journeys through time, twisted and turned. A part of me lies in the pristine mountains, some other submerged in the waters of the South. Perhaps it would be best to let the streams unwind on their own and be washed into the sea.

No number could ever justify the depth that we have seen amalgamated into one.


Growing Up – a series on well, growing up. Every Saturday because Saturdays are perfect for overthinking.