grOWInG uP

Growing up I had it so soft, tender and basically everything was at my disposal, it couldn't seem any better. My friends were equally comfortable, so it made for a picture perfect scenario, where all soft-like 'very' young minds just sit together to reason animation and satisfy 'confectionery' desire; no alcohol allowed at the time. All I needed to do was 'wake' every other thing was be taken care of. 'Don't bother son, we planned today since' all that care and pamper allowed for a conscience driven approach towards life, as the orientation was tender. Parents ensuring our needs are sponsored from academics, to attires, to financing trips. Ensuring all our worries are absorbed and discarded.


That's what threaded in our genes. That's the platform our mentality was built upon, that's why we're almost always totally dependent on them(parents) Some inter wove so fiercely that at 30+years old they still say 'my mummy' Its not our fault we're this grown and we still need mummy and daddy; well Mummy mostly, but That doesn't mean we are not as smart as can be, or that they cannot put in work where necessary. Its just this way because the system we found ourselves allowed that our parents took absolute care of us and never allowed us lean on any one else. So when the parental security is lifted it takes a lot of mental hard work to balance life independently. That's the stage THEwriter is in now, attempting to wear the Man's trouser and take up Manly responsibilities.

Growing up was fun also because there was room for everything, and the sweetest part is THEwriter wasn't responsible for his own misdeeds, or inaction, and watching me and my sibs grow up the in way and manner or God and morality, fused with 'street orientation' is worth the memory THEwriter preserved in his 'redEyeDiary' No lie, i enjoyed growing up as a child, playing in the Streets of Area 2, going up and down the stair case with total disrespect for energy was fun.

I miss growing up, and been Young.

Thank You.

@pokesville