growing up
Sometimes you never know how fast the wheel could turn and brings you to another point in your.
Growing up, it happens as long as life carry you on the wheel and you never know when exactly you are considered a grown up. You never know at your 50’s you might discover how foolish you are for not knowing into certain things etc.
I was having a dinner with my bro last night as then we were joined by two of his friends that he knew from college years. As the intention of my bro to break the news on his plan on getting married, the content of our while-dinner conversation last night was that. Well, I did have the conversation with him for the past few days.
I’m not sure ‘funny’ is the right word, while ‘weird’ is too harsh, and ‘childish’ sounds unfair, to describe the reaction we had as my bro broke the news to his friends. Even, my bro turned to be a little bit like them. He’s lost a bit of his maturity that I knew, as enjoying the conversation in that way.
To know suddenly people chuckled about pressure, about how important the decision when it comes to leaving the bachelor’s life, I felt bizarre as judging them barely like that. Yup, may be they were actually serious about it, may be that’s the way they react etc. It was totally different atmosphere, when he had that conversation personally with me. How much we tried to see things as much as it deserve, how much we delve into the story and seeking for attitude of such. I don’t know, may be my bro confided in me in a different way to his other friends.
While driving back home, it popped. I was thinking that may be, I was the one who is moving on from that kind of life. Chortle about love life, marriage and what so on, is no longer my thing. I mean, at this point I felt like if I were given the opportunity, I want to do it the right way, not to snigger on such. May be this one of the reasons, why whenever I had this conversation with my bro on the subject, the room turned to be like serious interview room etc. Well…I was exaggerating actually, it wasn’t that bad, but the thing is I would rather treat the subject seriously rather than giggle bout how much money to be spent, how abrupt the changes could be etc.
May be, I want my bro have the best for himself.
I don’t want to let him down with all sort of stories that might provoke. I’ve been listening with that much compassion and I empathize how much hope and faith he has on this. Sometimes, I feel like admiring and adoring him for the courage he has, for I’ve been always afraid of to admit to have one.
Growing up. The wheel is spinning.
The thin line that divides that moment; one when I was that foolish to judge people and one when I realize I was the one who has growing up…a bit and no longer belong to that point of life. I never knew that, until I look into the mirror of my age.
Growing up, it happens as long as life carry you on the wheel and you never know when exactly you are considered a grown up. You never know at your 50’s you might discover how foolish you are for not knowing into certain things etc.
I was having a dinner with my bro last night as then we were joined by two of his friends that he knew from college years. As the intention of my bro to break the news on his plan on getting married, the content of our while-dinner conversation last night was that. Well, I did have the conversation with him for the past few days.
I’m not sure ‘funny’ is the right word, while ‘weird’ is too harsh, and ‘childish’ sounds unfair, to describe the reaction we had as my bro broke the news to his friends. Even, my bro turned to be a little bit like them. He’s lost a bit of his maturity that I knew, as enjoying the conversation in that way.
To know suddenly people chuckled about pressure, about how important the decision when it comes to leaving the bachelor’s life, I felt bizarre as judging them barely like that. Yup, may be they were actually serious about it, may be that’s the way they react etc. It was totally different atmosphere, when he had that conversation personally with me. How much we tried to see things as much as it deserve, how much we delve into the story and seeking for attitude of such. I don’t know, may be my bro confided in me in a different way to his other friends.
While driving back home, it popped. I was thinking that may be, I was the one who is moving on from that kind of life. Chortle about love life, marriage and what so on, is no longer my thing. I mean, at this point I felt like if I were given the opportunity, I want to do it the right way, not to snigger on such. May be this one of the reasons, why whenever I had this conversation with my bro on the subject, the room turned to be like serious interview room etc. Well…I was exaggerating actually, it wasn’t that bad, but the thing is I would rather treat the subject seriously rather than giggle bout how much money to be spent, how abrupt the changes could be etc.
May be, I want my bro have the best for himself.
I don’t want to let him down with all sort of stories that might provoke. I’ve been listening with that much compassion and I empathize how much hope and faith he has on this. Sometimes, I feel like admiring and adoring him for the courage he has, for I’ve been always afraid of to admit to have one.
Growing up. The wheel is spinning.
The thin line that divides that moment; one when I was that foolish to judge people and one when I realize I was the one who has growing up…a bit and no longer belong to that point of life. I never knew that, until I look into the mirror of my age.