It’s just that: you suddenly find yourself wandering into the lives of others, not knowing what to expect, then one day you’re suddenly wandering out. Growing up teaches you to know when your time has come to leave.
I think growing up means understanding when your turn is over and graciously leaving the space for others without throwing a tantrum of self-entitlement.
Growing up made me understand not to look for “meaning” in the world.
The world has no meaning on its own, don’t blame the world for your miseries. Meaning is what you make of it, what you bring to the table, what you contribute in another person’s life. Meaning is planting a tree so a few people can breathe easy, meaning is screwing a tap tight so that water doesn’t leak, meaning is leaving your smartphone behind and sitting on the grass to laugh with friends who care.
And meaning is also letting go of those friends when its time.
Growing up is realising that new places become old and old places can be experienced anew.
Growing up doesn’t have to be hard, it doesn’t have to punishing, you’ve to simply learn to let go and absorb again. Growing up is flexibility.
Let fucking go.