The Realizations

Realization hits unexpectedly in a point of life

When there’s little of play time and, chill time is a waste

of time…

Time. It is of the essence of

something so beautiful, precious, and sacred

even, because once wasted there’s no going back.

Wasted time leaves no space for growth

Growing is money

Growing is knowledge

Growing is getting that foot in the door of your dream career

Growing is the smell of achieving your goals

Growing is credit, debt and responsibilities

Growing is sacrifices!

The realizations of growing up

It’s getting up and resuming with daily tasks and duties with

no acknowledgment of slight growing changes in your habits,

body language, attitude and perspectives towards situations

That delightful after-school snack of applesauce and cinnamon sugar graham crackers

turn into a quick grab of a cup of joe and a bland meal

or maybe leftovers you had to take time to teach yourself

because dining out wasn’t part of the monthly budget

The realization doesn’t hit until you look at yourself in the mirror

and notice the changes

Some good

Some bad even

Sometimes growth isn’t realized until it is either

felt or told

 

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